Adaah

"You thought of running away from me?" He asks me tenderly with his vision directed to my cheeks. Nibbling my cherubs benignly with his long slender fingers, his eyes meet mine. They were red with moisture which held so much affection and pain. "I am sorry." I mumble with my hands on his firm chest. Tears brim my optics for hurting him so much without knowing the facts. I rise to my tippy toes trying to reach him encapsulated by his muscled arms. My hands cup his bushy cheeks as I plant tender kisses on his hairy plumps, nose and chin. He gives me an enamored smile knowing what...