After a while, Max finally gave his wife a chance to breathe. Holding breath through a relieved smile, he stroked the face that was still shrouded in confusion.
"Why are your cheeks so red? We've done it many times."
Gabriella didn't answer. She was still looking for an answer that could not be found. “Why did Max kiss me? Is it to divert fear?”
Not getting a response, the man returned to greet Gabriella's tenderness. The movements were still the same, slow and full of interest. Not a bit of pleasure he missed. That reality made the woman furrow her brows deeper.
"No. This man is not afraid. Then why did he kiss me? Is it lust?”
In confusion, Gabriella studied her husband's hand. Sometimes Max held her cheek, sometimes the big palm moved to the nape of her neck.
"No. It's not out of
