Arturo:I wrapped my arms around my wife who stood in front of the mirror. She was getting ready for the day, and has been quiet since she woke up. I knew that despite us making up last night and me explaining everything to her, she was still upset with me. I couldn’t blame her, nor could I judge her for it, I knew that she grew insecure after what happened.“Good morning,” I whispered to her. I kissed her cheek from the back, and she put her hand on my cheek, gently running her finger over my scruff.“Morning,” she said, and I smiled. I turned her around to face me, and pulled her to my chest. “How are you?”“I am fine, neonata, and you?” I asked, running my finger over her waist. She was wearing a knee long flower dress. The dress was tight around her waist and loosened around her hips, drawing out her curves. The opening of her chest reached just the tip of the valley of her breasts, and that was something that I appreciated about her. The fact that she often maintained a royalt
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