Mona was fine when she entered her room, she pushed herself into the bed gently and heaved a deep sigh staring directly at the ceiling. Why was she being so dramatic? Why couldn't she trust her husband?
Of course, she couldn't, how did Kenny expect her to trust him? He was so handsome, his body was so attractive, from his shoulders down to his arms, how hard his body was, how warm it was. Who wouldn't want a man like him?
And even when he wears his formal dress compared to his usual boxer, he looked sexier that she couldn't help but admire him.
Not just his body, he was way older than her, he would surely admire older women. She was just eighteen and he was twenty-seven, there were nine years different but she loved him so much. More than he can ever imagine, he would never know how much she loved him.
