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.

was piqued-not so much from a place 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

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"If you think it's

the mechanics of work, be approached with such detachment? The thought of a mechanical, unenthusiastic encounter dampened her

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

nonchalant as her approach, leaving with a dismissive,

she

the couch,

didn't take long for her to find another distraction. "I'm heading out, won't

care for her night out at the bar. She slipped into a strappy dress with an exotic flair, its avocado green hue highlighting her fair complexion. The dress was adorned

was pulled back into a high half-ponytail, and she accessorized with a choker that matched her dress. Phone wedged between her shoulder and ear, she spoke 'You're

past Phillip without a word, bending to slip on