I rolled over to look at my husband's face. His tousled hair fell in curly waves on his forehead. He had his lips slightly parted as air entered and exited between the thin, red lips. His eye lashes touched his cheeks with a gentle caress and his features were relaxed. Warmth radiated at the close proximity between us. I smiled.
Amit's breath tickled my cheeks as it fanned across my cheeks. I reached my hand up lovingly, touching Amit's face with such delicacy I could barely feel him. My touch had the effect I wanted it to have. Amit opened his eyes to reveal to me his dangerous green eyes, a jungle I still had yet to explore. There was a silent moment that passed between us, no one saying anything, and then I blinked.
"Nichole, stay with me." Amit pleaded. I frowned. He knew I hated it
