I woke to find her eyes on me. It was just coming light, and her hair was haloed in dawn citrine. I placed my palm on her cheek. ‘My beautiful wife.’
‘I love watching you sleep. You look … so innocent.’
We both looked down at my state of morning readiness and I grinned. ‘Which, I fear I can make no claim to be, amore mio.’ Her hand moved down onto me, and I closed my eyes. ‘Shame to waste it, no?’ I opened them to meet her steady, grey gaze.
amore mio.‘Indeed, it would. I believe I told you some weeks ago about my particular cravings?’
‘You did.’ I moved over her. Just hours before catastrophe had found us. And how little of each she had allowed herself, since. And I had not even realised what she was doing or why, God help me. I had thought her angry with me, and deservedly so. I even
