Standing in the middle back garden of the pack house was a familiar towering figure. Holding a steaming cup of coffee he raised it to his lips and took a sip. His side profile was ravishing. He tugged his golden locks behind his ear, teasingly slow, before turning to catch red-handed relishing his beauty.
Blush raised to my cheeks. I smiled shyly. It's not a crime for a wife to appreciate her husband's handsomeness.
Though I still couldn't help but wonder sometimes: how did I get so lucky?
He was the best thing that happened to me. He loved me and took care of me more than anyone else ever did.
"Come here." His husky voice melted me inside. He looked in my direction. His amber eyes looked mesmerizing, holding the power to freeze time around me.
He arched his brow when I didn't move an inch.
He placed the cup he was holding onto down at the tree trunk table placed next to him, he moved his long feet towards me.
