Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Leanne had always been the reserved type who kept her cards close to her chest, let alone wear her heart on her sleeve.

So, whenever she did open up, it was like she had a direct line to Curtis' heart, sending tremors through him with the slightest whisper of affection.

He gripped her by the nape of the neck, his kiss fierce, almost savage, as he ground against her lips, breaking past her defenses, stirring her breaths into a frenzy.

Leanne held his shoulders, her blouse undone, not by fingers but by the teeth. Curtis lifted her, her skirt fanning over her perch, revealing her pale, delicate legs on either side.

Summer was in full bloom in the yard, with hydrangeas bursting in pink and white, their living room awash with her ragged breaths and soft, kitten-like mewls.

Like a ship steadied by the big guy and sure hands of a sailor in the tempest, they navigated the storm together.

With her head tilted back, a flush spread under her skin, Curtis watched over her, his gaze darker than the night sky.

flood threatening to breach its banks. His voice was hoarse, caught in the absurd beauty of the moment, coaxing, "Baby, will you always love me like this?" Leanne's

lived with the constant regret of those lost for two and a half years, but that very misstep taught him what he couldn't stand to lose. "That's so good," he whispered, holding Leanne close, his love for her pulsing through his veins,

in her eyes as

to the bedroom, dawn approached as the storm quieted to

up exhausted, Leanne silenced her alarm and buried

he playfully pinched her nose. When gasping for air, Leanne

pressing a kiss to her lips and relenting. "Go back to sleep. I'll call in

reignited Leanne's professional dedication, pushing

two

dabbed at it with concealer,

"Wearing a turtleneck in this heat?

cold,"

torso gets cold, but your arms don't?"