Daniel watched Samantha walk towards him. Her hair was tied up in a messy pony-tail and there were beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She pursed her lips and her eyes kept flickering here and there, obviously looking distressed at that moment.
Seeing that he did not say anything, she knew that he had already become nervous even before she started talking. Why did she have to say it like that?
Samantha hesitantly held his hand and dragged him towards the bed, making him sit at the edge of it, considering how she should start what she needed to tell him.
The entire time, Daniel did not take his eyes away from her. He observed her every action, the many times that she swallowed and the many times that she had to sigh before finally starting to talk.
"There's something that we need to talk about… I don't know how to say it… and I'm very nervous." She admitted, there was no point in lying to her husband. Samantha needed him so bad.
