The Silent Wife
They were wrapped in warmth, tangled sheets, and the kind of love that made the world disappear.
“I love you, Joanna,” he said again, like a vow.
“I love you too, Justin. Always.”
Their kisses deepened, more passionate, their bodies moving in harmony. Every touch was a promise. Every breath a confession. There was no more nervousness, only trust and the fire of their love burning brighter than ever.
As the night deepened, the sound of waves crashing outside became a rhythm that matched their heartbeat. The stars bore silent witness to their love, shining brightly over the sea as if blessing their union.
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