It felt like a deja vu. The last time Luke had travelled with Allie on a plane was during their honeymoon and he'd had these same thoughts about her.

His hands balled into tight fists as he anticipated their arrival. Soon, he slept off. Maybe his desire for his wife was lesser than his desire to sleep.

Minutes later, they arrived at the beautiful resort and got into their suite. Luke knew he had to get to business because his desire for his wife was just too much.

"I'm famished, Luke. I have to go to the kitchen to cook" Allie said to him and went to kitchen

He groaned...