Ezekiel's pov
Every night spent with her felt like I was losing myself more than I was gaining.
I sat up, my back laid squarely on the head board as I stared down on her frail body.
My fingers moved squarely over her chin as I watched her sleep peacefully.
“Beautiful…” I whispered.
But still I couldn't help but detest the voice which warned me saying she was my brother's wife.
My fingers slowly retracted as I stood out of the bed and headed straight into the bathroom.
‘The cold shower would be the best help I would be needing..’ I said to myself.
The cold spray from the shower engulfed me and within the next minute I was out standing at the balcony, where it all started last night.
The clear ruffle through the bed helped to signal her getting out of bed.
I sighed for a brief mome
