His Wife
Grabbing her chin, I force her to look at me, “My sweet, beautiful, Ellie. Don’t hide from me.”
“How can you say that I’m beautiful?” Ellie asked.
I lightly run my fingers over Ellie’s thigh, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve met Ellie. I love when the sun hits your hair, and you can see the golden strands. Your eyes are always soft.”
“You had women more beautiful than me,” Ellie replies.
I shake my head, “That’s impossible. You have models jealous of you.”
Ellie blushes, “They are jealous because I’m married to you.”
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