C25 THE DINNER

OSAGIEDE

I looked at him while he slept.

I couldn't stop myself.

Before I knew it, I began caressing his handsome face. I traced his well-defined jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath my finger tips. I took in his full lips. These lips have done a number on me many times. They were slightly parted, a light snore filtering through them.

My heart squeezed with love for this man --- my husband