Melanie

As I gradually drift wake up, a distinct feeling sweeps over me; being watched. I squint an eye open to find Weston, my husband, staring at me with an intensity that sends warmth flooding through my veins. His face is softened by the morning light, yet the dark circles under his eyes and the marks of passion peppered along his neck are remnants of last night's unrestrained desire between us. The familiar soreness of my body as I stretch feels like a badge of ...