Last night…
Alex's hands were wrapped around Abi's waist, spooning her. His lips kissing her hair gently.
"Get some rest now, my wife." He whispered, although his lips were already planting butterfly kisses at the back of her neck.
Abi immediately shivered. Those little puffs of air were so hot, it jolted her dizzy senses awake. She turned and faced him.
"My dear husband, do you really want me to rest?" she asked, slightly raising a brow.
Alex took a little while to respond. "Are you tired?" he asked instead of giving her an answer. But then, too soon, he looked like he regretted what he just spouted and then, "Yes." he finally answered. "I know the battle must have tired you out tremendously."
Abi tried her best not to smile. On one hand, he was telling her to rest but on the other, she could see that longing and intense desire in his eyes. It was obvious that he was waging a war against himself inside him.
