Third person's POV
Delilah kept tracing his picture as the memories overtook her. She traced those plump lips that got her wishing he would kiss her more. Then the green eyes that were looking at her. Those eyes had a way of looking through her soul that she couldn’t forget them. She liked it whenever she saw him looking at her with them how they would tell when she was not okay how they would light up when they discussed their kids or had an achievement, how they would undress her whenever they were making out, how they held concern whenever she wasn’t okay.
Looking at that picture right now how his eyes had light up when his business had struck a deal he had been working on for weeks and they had to celebrate in the middle of their celebration she had teased him of modelling for her a
