THE NEW JANE
He picks up his glass of coffee from the counter, glueing his eyes to his tablet and sits down in the balcony where the direct view of sun rising at 7:00 am from the river, can be admired. I have just woken up from a good sleep and came for the newspaper and juice from the table, rather an excuse to take some time to glance at his flawless physical features. Damn this man. He is the hottest man a woman could ever fanatasize of, and when you're living with him as his wife and yet not having s*x with him, you're a shame. Things are back to old days. I just steal excuses to glance at him and his body and his juicy lips because we are not talking, again. Wondering how? It's been a week since the kiss. He said he'll be back that night and he did, but in a different form. I told you I had an
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