She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. It was sweet and smelled of home. The scent grew stronger as she moved towards the kitchen. She could hear the faint hum coming from the room as she got closer, the overhead light casting shadows on the dim hallway.
Had it been this way when she went upstairs?
She checked on the clothes she was wearing and grinned. She walked on her tiptoes, making sure no sound was made. Her clothes consisted of a soft almost see-through white shirt that hit the middle of her thighs and one of the many lingerie pieces she had bought. For some reason, she had also packed a pair of black high heels that would go with everything and painted her toes the same.
She stared at Cage's form, looking so wholesome like a good little husband. She felt a flutter in her stomach at the sight of him. This was anything but wholesome. This man was sex on legs.
