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

Leanne was caught between sleep and wakefulness when the bedroom door creaked open again. The sound of steady, unhurried footsteps approached the bed.

The mattress dipped slightly as the other half of the down comforter was pulled back, and a faint, refreshing scent of cedar, reminiscent of morning mist in a forest, enveloped her.

He didn't want to wake her, so he used the guest bathroom to freshen up.

Feeling secure in his presence, Leanne instinctively snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. She felt warm and soft, filling Curtis' arms.

He wrapped his arms around her, his voice low with concern. "Did I wake you?"

Partially awake by then, she shook her head against his chest. "I was half expecting you."

Far from being a saint, Curtis found himself unable to resist her sleepy charm.

He gently brushed her hair to the side, planting soft kisses on her eyes, delicate nose, and lips.

sweet, tingling sensation in Leanne's heart. She responded with a kiss, making up

further, and when she felt a physical response from him, she paused, curious to see more. Caught between amusement and resignation, Curtis gently lifted her chin. "Let's

of the night. Curtis knew his self-control around her

glow of the night light, Leanne's clear and

breath, his voice tightening. "What are

to help," Leanne

He indeed wanted that.

grip, Curtis pressed his forehead against hers, his voice

eagerness to

buried in the crook of her shoulder, his breath hot against

hands with

were lying in bed, Leanne fiddled with the buttons on his pajama top,

"Not sleepy?" Curtis observed.

more time with you. You've been so