"I had fun tonight," Sania whispered, her eyes fixed on Taffi while she played with his hair on the bed where they lay after the feast.
"And the fun is not over my love," Taffi smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. He changed their position swiftly such that Sania was now the one lying back on the pillow while he hovered over her like an Eagle observing its prey.
But Sania's mind was on something else, neither his kiss on her lip nor his hand on her skin made her feel like she used to because all she was thinking about was Damien or rather, Peter.
"Taffi," she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back a bit so that she could sit up.
"Is anything wrong?" He asked, upon noticing her moody expression, rather than the usual giggling, a breathless and somewhat embarrassed wife that he remembered.
