(Warning. SPG scene ahead. You have been warned.)
“H-Hubby,” Clara grunted after Tristan pulled her inside of their bedroom and cornered her at the back of the cold door.
He locked the doors so no one would get any ideas before he gazed at his wife intently, “Wife, I love you,” He whispered before claiming her lips.
There was a loud party a while ago after Tristan proposed to Clara. She wondered why her husband invited her home, leaving all the guests on that plaza partying.
“H-Hubby?” Clara broke their kiss and stared at her husband intently, “What about the party? Will it be alright without us there?” She curiously asked.
“They will all be alright without us there,” He sternly said, “I want to be with you wife,” Tristan informed while wrapping his long, toned arms aro
