"That was-" Della smiled looking at her husband who was panting for his breath right beside her. He pulled her close and laid a chaste kiss on her cheeks, jaw, lips right until her temple. "Great." He finished her sentence. She couldn't stop smiling, he made her so happy.

"You have to get ready for work, it's almost eight am." She said in a hurry. "Your mother already hates me as it is, I don't want her to hate me even more if she finds out I'm the reason why you are always late." She rambled on and on as she wrapped the white sheets around her body, leaving Andre...