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.

little snuggle bug." The nickname stirred a sweet, tingling sensation in Leanne's heart. She responded with a kiss, making

see more. Caught between amusement and resignation, Curtis gently lifted her chin. "Let's not

the night. Curtis knew his self-control around her was weak, but he

the soft orange glow of the night light, Leanne's clear and moist eyes held

breath, his voice tightening. "What are you up

help,"

He indeed wanted that.

his grip, Curtis pressed his forehead against hers, his voice husky. "You've been naughty. Learning tricks online?" "Self-taught," Leanne

her eagerness to learn was a

the crook of her shoulder, his breath

hands with a wipe,

fiddled with the buttons on his pajama top,

"Not sleepy?" Curtis observed.

time with