Angelica

Three years later

Like every day I was standing on the small table with a red tie in my hands facing my husband. Lifting up the collar of his white dress shirt I placed the tie around his neck. His eyes were upon me holding a light smile as I loop the string tugging its edges. Taking my chin between his fingers he gently raises my head to meet his eyes. My orbs slowly rise from his slim neck to his chiselled jaw gazing at his soft lips and my cupid heart skips a beat. Gulping inaudible to hide the lewdness, my optics scroll from his pointed nose to...