The Supreme Son-in-Law
No matter how tough things got, his love for her was as fresh as the first day.
"Hey, stop staring, your wife's gone missing," Yamila teased as she came over, leaning on the stair railing. Her long, pale legs beneath her shorts drew the eye, shining with a charm all their own, like a playful kitten.
Elio turned with a smile. "How's it going? All healed up?"
"Yep, I can move around no problem. No more pain to deal with!"
Yamila's smile was as bright as a blooming flower. To prove her point, she lifted her once-injured leg high above her head in a perfect split, showing off her impressive flexibility.