Mind racing, body aching, laying under the crinkled silk sheets all naked, with a cigarette gently clasped in his hand he looked outside the glass door, eyes taking in her details.
She was sleeping on the couch again. Her petite figure nestled on the small seat like a fragile bud awaiting spring's arrival.
Droplets of water from her freshly washed hair danced down, their journey ending within the folds of her white nightgown. Kevin shook his head affectionately, a gentle chuckle escaping his lips with wispy puffs of gray smoke.
She's all washed and dressed up.
She always does that.
Never allow his touch or scent to linger on her body. Never slept beside him unclothed. In all honesty, she rarely stayed in bed once their passionate encounters came to a close. Whenever Kevin stayed for the night, he always found her on the balcony.
There's no denying that her distant behavior bothered him.
Kevin took a long drag from his cigarette feeling a tumultuous mix of frustration, longing and
