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— H O O R —

. . .

“I’m home,” I hear a very smooth and simple call from behind that grabs my swift attention.

I turn to look at him, grinning instantly as I catch him standing by the doorstep. My eyes, on their own, crawl down his tall posture, caressing every inch as I take him in.

His hair was disheveled a bit, and his dark curls were kissing his forehead and temples. I can catch many times he might have run his fingers through his dark hair while working but they are stubborn. His eyes are as if drunk, shining with mirth in pleasant and sweet darkness. The first two buttons of his shirt are unclasped and he looks like a mess. A very beautiful mess.

“Done checking?” He murmurs mischievously, stepping towards me.

I can't help but smile, my eyes lowering to anywhere but him. “You stand attractive,” I say directly. Come on, what's the need to hide? He knows I was checking him out and does that make me shameless? In no sense! — for I am his wife.

“Even now?” He cocks a brow at me,