’What are you thinking about?’ Tina asked softly. The soft glow of the bathroom light cast a gentle halo around her, illuminating her delicate curves and the glistening droplets of water on her skin.

’About snow.. dreams…’

A knowing spark flickered in her eyes. There was a mesmerizing vulnerability about her, a raw and intimate beauty that captivated me entirely.

’I know,’ She said. ’I was thinking about it too.’ An unspoken language passed between us, a silent exchange of emotions that words could never fully capture.

I was drawn to her, irresistibly drawn to every inch of her, as if seeing her for the first time all over again. Closing the distance between us, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. The softness of her skin against mine, her scent, the beating of her heart synchronizing with mine. ’..About you.’ I whispered and untied her robe.

’It won’t change anything.’ Her eyes turned to honey. Dark, liquid honey. She grabbed my wrist. When she touched my pulse I felt so vulnerable, like she could stop it if she wanted to. I had the awareness that I could die. And I felt so alive.

’I know.’ I pushed her onto the bed. I knew very well, this was a transaction, her need for mine. It was palpable, like the blood surging through her neck vein when I pressed my lips against it. ’Tomorrow we will fight again.’

’That’s right,’ she hissed, when my hands cupped her full breasts, ’we’re good at that.’

But what she meant was that we were good at this. ’Yes.’ I confirmed, arching my back when her fingers slid through the evident wetness between my legs.

I was so swollen I thought I would combust if she wouldn’t take me soon. She stared up at me, her eyes half shut, fingers dragging and taunting. ’I need to feel married again, what is it that you need?’

’You, I need you.’ I meant as my wife, always. But I pleaded, ’Now. Please.’

She granted me relief and slid her fingers inside of me. She filled me, streched me. Fucked me and my mind all together.

I needed to feel if I still made her wet the way I used to. ’You’re so fucking ready.’ I moaned as my fingers found her dripping.

’What did you expect?’ She asked with a low, primale groan. ’Fuck me.’ Her fingers inside of me, set the example of how she needed it.

The snow continued to cover Paris but all faded away, and there was nothing but the two of us.