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.

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

display of passion seemed to ignite Curtis 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

night. Curtis knew his self-control around her was weak, but he wasn't

the soft orange glow of the night light, Leanne's clear

movement made Curtis catch his breath, his voice tightening. "What are you

help," Leanne

He indeed wanted that.

pressed his forehead against hers, his voice husky. "You've been naughty. Learning

inexperience, her eagerness to learn

buried in the crook of her shoulder, his

with a wipe, his

with the buttons on his pajama top, fighting the

"Not sleepy?" Curtis observed.

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