Camille woke up as she felt the bed shift. Nick settled beside her, gazing at her face. If the previous night felt like he was shouldering the weight of the world, now his expression aura seemed to radiate with joy.
"Do you mind if I wake you up, please don't come with me?" he said, gently tugging at her hair that she was using to cover her face.
"What’s the time?"
"It's half past five in the morning. I'll catch up with you later at eight o’clock." He got up and slipped on his t-shirt. She glanced at his sturdy physique, as he faced away from her. Occasionally, she yearned to touch it and be reminded that she was Nick’s wife.
"Sure, I can I stay, right?" He looked at her with a goofy grin. "The way you’re staring at me, like you’re ready to devour me for breakfast."
She blushed, causi
