LAURA — 01The man I married isn’t the man I thought I loved.In the mirror, my hands smoothed his tie, my touch steady, my faith steadier. Just being near my husband melted me.“I’m going to send a car later today,” Michael said, voice low. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me close.I gasped as his fingers traced circles around my waist before tipping my chin, our eyes locking as I inhaled his scent. “You’ll be late,” I said, breathless. “Can’t I kiss my wife?” he asked, his lips turning up in a smile that lit up fireworks in my heart. He hooked two fingers in his tie, undoing my work in mere minutes as his other hand pressed me to the mirror, my leg slid around his hip.My breath stuttered, his hands caressing my cheeks just before his lips touched mine. Then his phone cut through the moment.A soft growl left his lips as he let me down gently and brought the phone out of his pocket. A frown creased his brows. He muttered an apology and walked away from me. I pressed my palm
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