Nikolai
My wife is ignoring me.
My fingers clench at my sides as I watch my wife walk into our house, her shoulder subtly grazing mine as she steps into the living room, just enough for me to catch the sweet scent of cherries and vanilla she leaves in her wake.
That f*****g scent had been engraved in my mind all morning, and after last night, I determined I never wanted to get away from it. I wanted it everywhere I was, and I was willing to have it engraved in my f*****g veins if I had to.
I could think of every word in the dictionary but none would do justice to how absolutely devastating last night had been for me. I'd been wrecked in more ways than one and my wife was the only one with the ability to put me back together. Her soft whimpers of pleasure had filled my head and haunted
