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

The fabric of his dress pants was exquisite, and as she touched it, she could feel the smooth texture and the warmth of his body through the material.

Before she could dwell on it any further, her wrist was caught in the firm grip of his fingers.

"What are you doing?" Phillip asked her, his tone too calm for the situation, not accusatory but genuinely inquisitive, as if he was observing a child's mischief rather than confronting an adult's intentions. "There's not much else to do at a time like this, is there?" Tina retorted, implying he was fully aware of her intentions. "Don't play dumb."

Her fingers, undeterred, attempted to wander further but Phillip's grasp prevented any such exploration.

His eyes were so calm and deep, making it hard to guess his thoughts. His voice remained steady, giving nothing away.

"This isn't a game to pass the time," he remarked. "Are you sure about this?"

To Tina, Phillip was essentially her fiancé, making their intimacy both permissible and devoid of emotional baggage. No need for pretense or coyness.

of lust but more from a desire to understand him. He was like a calm, undisturbed pond, and she wanted to see what it would take to make ripples appear. She was curious to see the limits of his self-control, to witness

if you're not up to the task? I wouldn't want

paused before responding, "If you think it's necessary, I'm willing to

mechanics of work, be approached with such detachment? The

I can already imagine how boring it would be," she said,

her

she

on the couch,

for her to find another distraction.

with an exotic flair, its avocado green hue highlighting her fair complexion. The dress was adorned with silhouettes of birds, the hemline asymmetrical flowing down to her calves on one side and

she accessorized with a choker that matched her dress. Phone wedged between her shoulder and ear, she spoke 'You're downstairs?

word, bending to