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

"How many dates has he had?" Tina asked, popping an almond into her mouth, her interest clearly piqued. His friend was firm. "Not once. You're his first."

"Come on," Tina scoffed, disbelieving. At thirty, how could he not have had a single relationship?

"He seems pretty experienced to me."

Carrying a woman's heels as if it was second nature.

"If you're talking business, sure, he's got experience. But love? Please, haha."

Phillip's friends were sharp, knowing exactly what to say and what not to, presenting a facade of openness yet revealing nothing when it came to his romantic past.

Tina, knowing when to back off, smoothly changed the subject with a smile.

Phillip's friends had made a good impression on her. She enjoyed drinking, and with the right company, she found herself even more delighted. So, by the end of the night, she was slightly tipsy.

Phillip offered her a steadying arm as they headed to the door. She wobbled and waved goodbye to the others, nearly missing a step down the stairs.

an arm around her waist,

to open the car door, her balance wavered-or perhaps she just couldn't be bothered to

looked down

eyes were bright yet hazy, glints of light dancing in her glossy gaze, her lips parting to release the sweet scent of alcohol against his jaw. She was slender yet curvy in all the right places, her body pressing against his arm

ever been

the car and closed the

dissatisfied with his earlier non-response, calling

crawled over the console into

hidden in the dim

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then there was

your friend

in digging deeper. It seemed her questions were more

lap, Phillip

love