Seventy-Seven

Lisa stared at Lucio as he slept soundly on the bed. She has never seen Lucio so weak and sad. Her heart aches and her soul was in despair that the love of her life was in pain yet there was nothing she could do to help him. She has put him to sleep earlier after making lunch for him. Lucio did not want to eat. However Lisa forced her, she even had to feed him so Lucio would not come up with excuses. When she was done feeding him, Lisa laid next to him watching him while he drifted up to sleep, she took off his shoes listening to his soft snore that was like a poem to his ear.

"You are distressed my love" She plays with his hair while smiling at him. Lisa couldn't believe that Lucio was his man and she was his woman. Staring at his packed muscles, a memory of the other night shot through their mind, Lucio loved her body the way no one else had. Seeing that if she keeps staring at him she will be tempted to kiss him thus distracting him from his sleep, she untangled her arm around him