45: The Veggie how husband

The view was pretty and well, breathtaking but not even the food on the table, or the wine in the bucket which I know I can't drink, or the rose petals on the floor that lead to the bed was the main reason for the tears rolling down my cheek. It was all the man standing behind me. The fact that he could actually pull something like this off, during this kind of time where the media is on him and the press won't rest.

He's not distancing himself. He's not pulling away or being frantic. He looks at peace even though I know he's not. I turn around, throwing my arms around Damien's neck, sending kisses all over his face. He's chuckling at my outburst but I couldn't feel anymore better than now.

"Thank you...oh God! This is so pretty" I whine.

"I'm glad you love it" his nose brushed against mine, softly, sparking up my hormones. I won't really say it's been a while since we made love but Damien being a gentleman is always being careful w