SIN POV
I sighed, tossing on the bed yet again. Standing up for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, I glanced at my wife, curled up on the couch, fast asleep.
Wife... The word left a bitter taste. I doubted I'd ever get used to it.
The blanket she'd taken from the wardrobe was draped around her small frame, pulled up to her face, leaving only her forehead visible in the moonlight streaming through the room. I knew I'd been harsh and distant since we arrived at my glasshouse, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
And why was I acting this way? I tried to recall, but no girl, not even Adrina, my ex, had ever made me feel this unsettled before.
Maybe it was her scent – that intoxicating blend of strawberries and grapes.
Even her hair carried a similar fragrance. I'd caught a whiff
