C79 A man of many skills.

Asher watched his wife with fond eyes. After their little tiff, he couldn't help but notice they grew closer. Evidently so as she soundlessly slept in the cradle of his arm.

His eyes swept through her face; perfect, everything was made for him. Somehow, his palm, fleetingly found its way to her brows, then her eyes, down to her lips; her soft, silk lips