A few minutes after the fact,
Miguel got out of the restroom, a towel folded over his midriff, Joanna's heart dashed as she considered the discussion she was going to have with him.
The water trickling down his exposed chest made her don't swallow down anything. It took everything in her to unadulterated a word at long last.
"Miguel," she said, her voice reluctant as she moved toward him. "I needed to converse with you about something."
Miguel raised an eyebrow, his look sharp and puncturing as he hung tight for her to proceed.
"I would rather not be a stay-at-home spouse," she said, her voice not set in stone. "I need to work. I need to have a reason."
"Work?" Miguel rehashed, his eyes limiting with doubt. "How could you need to function?"
"Since I need to feel like I'm contributin
