"I'm not that small to begin with." She retorted with a blush.
"Of course, my wife's the biggest."
He chuckled mischievously, his face moving close to hers, kissing her cheek, then landing on her water-slick, shiny lips.
Lips intertwined, after some caresses, the man's instincts were already fully aroused.
"Sweetheart, it's been a while since we've been intimate, how about today?"
Teased into a limp state, Vera clutched his arm, whispering her consent.
"You… be gentle!"
"I know."
...
...
She was pregnant, so he dared not be too indulgent, being as gentle as he could the whole time.
Even so, when they finished showering, Vera's face remained flushed.
As they lay in bed, he half-embraced her against his chest.
"Vera, starting tomorrow, you must be extra careful."
"What's wrong?" Vera sensed his unease.
"Irene Spencer has been released from prison," Kris Cooper said.
"That fast?" Vera was also a bit surprised.
