I exhaled running my fingertips over the silhouette of his picture. I knew what I felt staring at the perfect example of an attractive man in the picture frame. Mindlessly, the edges of my lip had moved up. Looking at him gave me peace not just that but also a hard pounding in my chest. A little thought of him gave me thoughts that might drive me insane and when he is in the mood to be playful, he steals any sense of mentality from me, seducing my body with his touch and melting every bone with his warm kisses.
I picked the next frame laying close to my thigh. I smiled at it then back at the other one. I held both like they were my only source of breathing, two out of the precious people in my life, one my mother who was late and my husband. The room door opened getting my interest. I whi
