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

He had no intention of telling her about his misunderstandings and wrongful suspicions of her.

But she was sharp. "Was it for me?"

With a look that screamed, 'So you've had your eye on me this whole time,' Tina teased, "You're quite the dark horse, aren't you? Always playing coy before me."

Phillip neither confirmed nor denied. His ability to maintain composure in such a tense moment was remarkable.

Soon, Tina found herself at a loss for words.

Outside, the rain poured in sheets, its droplets meandering down the window, keeping the storm at bay.

Sweaty and sticky, Tina did not find the sensation unpleasant.

Phillip went to shower, leaving her to rest in bed for a moment. She wanted to share her feelings with her best friend, only to remember she had lost her phone.

She rolled around in the sheets, catching Phillip's scent, her legs kicking playfully.

The storm raged on, but her mood had significantly improved.

Two days later, Tina's missing bag returned.

She had been languishing at home, bored as the rain continued to fall without pause. She hated venturing out on rainy days and found herself hanging upside down on the couch, lost in thought. The doorbell rang, and Phillip was back, looking down at her with an amused, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Tina quipped.

right hand,

to grab the bag. "How did you find it? The cameras caught

asked a friend for

brief, but having grown up in their circle, Tina knew

wasn't pricey and the only thing of note inside was her phone. Seemed like a whole

have to go through all

trouble," Phillip said, remembering her frustration when she lost her

was a habitual offender who hadn't sold the stolen

hadn't backed up a lot of photos. It

scrolled

the window with the phone to his ear and his right hand in the pant pocket, he turned toward the camera as if he had sensed her presence

cast a

of light and

photo were among those she'd have

confirmed it, she

her, steadying her as they naturally rolled

spontaneous, acting on her desires

frequent visitor to Phillip's room, and soon,

friend casually remarked

rocking in her chair, froze, her

the bliss of their relationship, floating on cloud nine, until her friend's offhand comment brought her back to reality. Was she standing on clouds or on

The answer seemed imminent.