"Sighh…" Elizabeth exhaled heavily, her breath warm against my skin, her body shifting slightly as she lay beside me.
I raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at my lips as I looked down at her, our naked bodies pressed close, the silk sheets cool beneath us. "You're thinking a lot about that one," I said, my voice teasing but gentle, my heart racing as I tried to gauge her mood, the question about her husband hanging in the air.
"Yes, obviously," she said, her eyes lifting to meet mine, her expression serious but soft, her long lashes catching the lamp's glow.
The photo frame, she took it from my hand, her fingers brushing mine as she held it close, staring at the image of her and her husband hugging, their smiles bright and frozen in time. Her eyes softened, a flicker of something—nostalgia, maybe regret—crossing her face as she traced the frame with her thumb.
