Kalix Noah's POV
My wife was already sitting on the chair in front of the dresser. I was drying her hair and later combed it. It's almost dry because of... ahem!
Well, I end up in a warm and wild lovemaking with her. So... We spent more than two hours, which consisted of at least three rounds. Intimacy aside, I'm already eager to ask about Tamara.
"Honey, your face was telling me that you wished to ask something from me. Come on, speak," she whispered. I sighed deeply.
"Well, about your encounter with Tamara, I want to know if you noticed something," I whispered.
There's a part of me that wants to pry because what Mom says might be true, yet it still bothers me. "You really have keen senses, Noah," she mutters.
"I was right then. Care to share?" I whispered.
I grab the brush and start combing her hair. My wife's hair had always been wavy and soft. It's like the wave of the ocean.
