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.

bug." The nickname stirred a sweet, tingling sensation in Leanne's

felt a physical response from him, she paused, curious to see more. Caught between amusement and resignation, Curtis gently lifted her chin. "Let's not start something we can't finish tonight. It's late, and you need your

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

night light, Leanne's clear and moist eyes

movement made Curtis catch his breath, his

help," Leanne

He indeed wanted that.

voice husky. "You've been naughty. Learning tricks online?" "Self-taught,"

her inexperience, her eagerness to learn

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

cleaned her hands with a wipe, his movements careful

were lying in bed, Leanne fiddled with the buttons

"Not sleepy?" Curtis observed.

with you. You've been so