And finally, ladies and gentlemen, her husband was back. Benny walked into Diablo's massive living room with a duffle bag slung across his shoulder. He had a few days' worth of stubble on his face as he filled the room with his masculine cologne. He appeared to have lost a bit of weight, seeing as his cheeks appeared sunken and there were little bags under his eyelids. Yet somehow, he still managed to look good. He did not even bother to spare his best friend or Alexandra a glance as he walked, or practically sprinted, up to his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Deborah wrapped hers around his neck and in the blink of an eye they had their lips sealed. Alexandra did not know whether or not to look away, but she found it hard to take her eyes off them. Their lips danced slowly against each other, and Alexandra could have sworn she heard a moan.
