You lie awake in a cold, empty bed, unable to fall asleep without your husband there beside you. He's still in that meeting. So you go down to the dining room to find him looming over a table of his men, all rough and scarred. But then he sees you, and his lips twitch into a smirk. He holds his hand out, pulling you close, his hands tight on your waist as his lips press passionately to yours like his men aren't even there. He then pulls away and murmurs softly. Honey, you should be asleep.
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