AFTER an hour of silence, Angeline was still awake while her husband slept in the croak of her neck, hugging her as if he was scared that she would disappear. As she was aware of what was running on her husband's mind. She still did not confess to him that she could already knock his thought.
She smiled, knowing how she could read him now, and her shoulder shook as she could not help as laughter succumbed to her. It amused her especially knowing the moment Jacob wanted to devour her. It's no different from how she felt toward her husband. She wanted him as much as he was.
"What morbid are you thinking about?"
She dropped dead to hear his voice with the warmth of his breathing creating a ticklish sensation.
She cleared her throat and waited for him to say something, hoping he was dreaming. She stayed long motionless, but it was like he was dead in her arms.
