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.

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 a

waters before getting married? What if you're not up to the task? I wouldn't want to find myself in a

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

of work, be approached with

be," she said, pulling

her approach,

she

the couch,

for her to find another distraction. "I'm heading out, won't be home

with 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 with silhouettes of birds, the hemline asymmetrical flowing down to her calves on one side and mid-thigh on the other, revealing her slender, well-shaped legs beneath the intricately patterned

matched her dress. Phone wedged between her shoulder and ear, she spoke 'You're downstairs? I'll

a word, bending to slip on her