C104 One hundred and four

Brandon is clingy. No, I am clingy. I don’t want my husband to leave me for work. My grip on his arm tightens, he groans into my ear, kissing away my resistance until I let go.

“You are leaving me,” I say.

Another kiss lands behind my ear, trailing to my neck, my jaw and my lips. “To work, wifey.” Rolling to my back, my robe opens