Meera~
"No, it's fine, Derek. Her husband is here to help her," he said, and I took a deep breath while halting my movements.
"Well, I will let you husband and wife to it then. I am starving, so bring it out fast," Derek said before leaving us. Abram walked toward me.
I could see his veiny arms and smooth yet rough hands grabbing the casserole. "You don't have to do it. I will take it out," I said.
His body brushed against mine, and a surge of electricity ran through me at his touch. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
"Well, I am a good husband, ain't I? And I would like it to be that way," he said and walked out.
I bit my lip. "I wish you were a good husband, Abram," I whispered to his retreating back.
Soon, I joined the guests and sat on the empty chair beside Gia, who was De
