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

Tina had always considered herself somewhat indifferent to the allure of the opposite sex. Among her circle of friends, she was the odd one out, a 23-year-old who had never really 'played the field,' preferring instead to explore the world through the lens of her camera.

But lately, she found herself understanding the appeal of the game.

Three years ago, when she first met Phillip, she couldn't have imagined that this man, seemingly her polar opposite, would captivate her so entirely.

The alcohol was wearing off, and after expending so much energy, Tina felt a wave of laziness wash over her as she slumped against Phillip.

Her hair was a mess, half-damp from the night's escapades.

Phillip, ever so gently, shifted the lethargic Tina off him. Her groggy mind registered his movement, and she let out a lazy hum of protest, half-joking, "Leaving so soon?"

When Phillip returned, he was holding a hairdryer, "Come here."

Tina wrapped herself in the blanket, sitting up and moving closer, her feet dangling off the side of the bed, resting on Phillip's sneakers.

through her hair, the warm air soothing her scalp. The buzzing sound and the warmth were oddly comforting in the dead of night,

couldn't stay still for

pajama bottoms felt smooth under her toes as she playfully slid her foot

Tina. This isn't

one who peeked when I was taking a shower. And when I took the initiative, you didn't exactly push me away. So much for

much she too

Phillip didn't argue.

the hairdryer, set it aside, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her back onto the bed before pressing down upon her, his face inches from hers, "What now?" "I'm not in the mood to play the good guy tonight," he said, capturing her lips before she

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