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

when she felt a physical response from him, she paused, curious to see more. Caught between amusement and resignation, Curtis gently lifted

in the middle of the night. Curtis knew his self-control around

light,

catch his breath, his voice tightening. "What are you

want to help," Leanne whispered,

He indeed wanted that.

his grip, Curtis pressed his forehead against hers, his voice husky. "You've been

eagerness to learn was

held her close, his face buried in the crook of her shoulder,

cleaned her hands with a wipe,

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

"Not sleepy?" Curtis observed.

spend more time with you. You've been so busy