The Parting

"Don't worry, Aleks. I have no plans to stop you from leaving," Izabella replied casually. She stared at the man's face. And she felt the tension in his will. "All I want is for us to be apart for good because I can't be at peace that you're leaving, and we're not on good terms."

He scowled quietly. He did not like how she answered him, and he cursed himself for getting confused about what he wanted. But one thing he knew, he couldn't let her go that easily. And he did not want to wander in that aspect of being with her. He was sure he wanted her like hell.

Aleksander lay down flat on the bed and focused his eyes on the ceiling for a few moments as it was very dark in their room, but he could see everything because of his night vision. With his longing for his wife earlier, his mind was empty but panicked as he hugged and kissed Izabella at the last moment of their meeting.

Her head sat on his shoulder, and her fruity smell engulfed his senses, which did not help the turmoil of his