~Christopher’s POV~

I lowered myself from the counter and drew her to the counter’s edge. I took a step back and soaked in all of her glory. She was the epitome of perfection, and she is my wife. I drank the wine straight from the bottle. Fuck! This wine was failing to deliver on my expectations.

“Camille,” I called out to her.

She remained silent. She only drew her gaze to mine and gazed at me hesitantly. This left me wondering when Camille had turned into such a reserved individual. “Do you have anything strong? She nodded and pointed in the direction of the place where she stored it, and...