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

Tina was mingling with her friends, nursing her drink and chatting away, when she realized she'd had one too many.

By the time the party was winding down, hardly anyone was sober. Her best friend, barely hanging on to her last shred of consciousness, decided to call a ride. Her fingers fumbled on the screen, accidentally dialing a nuisance number she'd received earlier that afternoon.

She was in the middle of a nonsensical argument with the person on the other end when a shadow loomed over her.

Phillip lifted Tina, who was slumped on the couch, into his arms. She was tipsy but conscious, and she looked up at him for a couple of seconds without protest.

Phillip got her into his car and took her home. She quietly followed his lead the whole way.

Upon entering his house, she kicked off her shoes with practiced ease and padded barefoot towards his bedroom, making her way into the bathroom like it was second nature.

She spent a long time in there. Phillip checked his watch a few times, knocked without getting a response, and then pushed the door open.

Tina was lying in the bathtub, having fallen asleep mid-soak. The constant temperature of the water made it hard to tell how long she had been asleep. Her eyes were bleary and confused as she gazed up at him.

wet strands of hair clinging to her face. Her shoulders peeked out from the water, porcelain and

arms around her chest. "What the heck, dude? Ever

been in there a while. Time to get

door when he heard a

see Tina

climbed into the tub,

Tina

him

kicking in

realizing

quickly drenched Phillip's shirt and slacks, her soft

composure, she

Phillip's gaze, which was turbulent with unspoken

bright bathroom lights, the humid air, their breathing