"What is wrong?"
He questioned. She fluttered her eyes, not having a straightforward answer to the question.
Would he get annoyed if she confessed that she did not feel it? ...feel beautiful to the point of how he was describing it to her...
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"What is wrong?"
I asked, caressing her warm face in between my palms. Her eyes struggled to match mine.
I knew that the moment she entered the bedroom through the wardrobe, she was disturbed.
"You need to tell me or I cannot know it baby...remember how we need to keep up with the communication?"
I tried to make her speak up. Although I was having a hard time myself trying to keep sane and not devour this hell of a gorgeous woman that I was so lucky to have as my wife.
It was at that moment, she looked into my eyes and shook her head denying it.
"I do not feel like it...feel like doing this anymore."
