HAPPY READING
Delsa Menture POV
Waking up to an empty bed, I stretch and yearn. Draping my plush robe over my shoulders, I walk to the glass view of our bedroom. Watching the sun stream through the view window.
Admiring every detail of the waves crashing against the huge rocks and the soft luminescence of the morning glow makes the world seem so angelic like it knows no evil, no hurt, no pain, just pure and angelic.
I smile.
"If only," my subconscious says in dismay. If only indeed.
My husband made love to me like a starving man last night. You would think I deny him the way he takes me, left, right, centre and everything in between. That man has made me addicted to him in ways I can't explain. Before I know what I am doing my hands trace the outer lines of my robe down to my cle
