Understanding what she meant, he clicked his tongue, "who gives a fuck? I care about my wife."
Damn, she died there.
As she blushed again, he kissed her lips and she allowed him too. She had not been touched for a long while now.
..by him.
But other people had touched her, violated her and harmed her very soul.
She pulled apart and smiled nervously not wanting to hint at him that she was having a minor panic attack but that she did not want this right now.
"Not in a hospital room," she shook her head. "At least of all places."
"I understand." He kissed her forehead and cooed at her. "I will leave you to sleep now. I have a few calls to make."
She nodded and watched him leave. He had closed the door and she immediately released a sigh that she did not know she was holding inside.
She leaned on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
