Damian gazed at his wife’s face, still pressed tightly against his chest. Tamara’s breath felt warm on his skin, her eyes half-closed, yet her lips kept seeking attention. He knew his wife wasn’t in the mood for long conversations, she only wanted to be pampered.

“Tamara…” Damian’s voice was faint, as if holding back the turmoil inside him.

Tamara only replied with a soft moan, her hands circling her husband’s neck, clinging closer. That sweet clinginess made Damian unable to simply stay still anymore. He finally lifted his wife’s body carefully, as though carrying the most fragile thing in the world.

Tamara chuckled softly in his arms. “Are we going...