Joyce moaned in need as he slipped out of her. She opened her eyes only to find him already watching her. "Do we really have to go out? It's storming outside. About to rain any second." She complained.
Oh she wanted was the warmth of her husband near her and nothing else. Certainly not the gloomy weather that told her it was about to rain, but was just as humid.
"We are going for a little walk, choice. Get ready and meet me downstairs." he sternly said before winked at her before going into the closet. Seconds later, he walked out with just pants and a dress shirt. The man could not just but always be in formals, unless it was finally time to get to bed at night.
She could not help that watch man that walked out of the room in front of her. He was a piece of art crafted by God.
Sighing, she's only got out of the bed and went directly into the closet. It was time to get dressed.
