D A N T E

I moved her things into my room because I was done, done with her being down the hall, with the distance, I wanted her close, I wanted to wake up and see her next to me, her warmth, he intoxicating scent.

I wanted that all.

She is my wife, and next to me is where she belongs.

When she stormed into my room, all fire and anger, it only made me want her more, the way her eyes went wide when she saw me in just a towel… it was a good look on her.

Knowing ...