Trish POV
What he did no longer matters, and it's for the best.
His hot kisses made me forget many things but before we engage in further intimacy...
I opened my eyes hastily and said.
“Hubby, let’s go home?”
He looked around the place and stretched himself at the couch and draw me near him.
“Hmm. Why don’t we stay here tonight?” he asked.
“We don’t have food here! And you don’t have anything to wear.” He might be tired from his surgery and don't want to leave the place. I have my clothes but nothing for him, he never stayed with me in this apartment before.
“I think I can survive with nothing.” he smiled naughtily.
“Andrew!” He's too shameless.
“Why not? Hmmm?” he quirked a brow while smiled at me.
“Oh! I forgot that you prefer to wear your birth suit during night time.”
