Rett
As Emma was adding finishing touches to her makeup, I leaned down and kissed her neck. Her stunning blue stare met mine in the lighted mirror. “I'm headed downstairs," I said. “The people from the local station have arrived and there seem to be uninvited guests outside."
“Uninvited?"
“National syndicates."
“Oh," she sighed, “this is...so much."
Dressed in a fresh suit, pressed shirt, and tie, I crouched near the makeup chair and spun my wife toward me. We said that we were conserving water when we chose to shower together, but that wasn't my motivation. I couldn't bear to let her out of my sight even for a short time. I ran my hand up her smooth calf and over her knee before my gaze met hers. “It's taking every ounce of self-control not to untie that robe and show you again how m
