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g out all wet, Melanie realizes that she forgot her towel and runs into the closet, afraid of the neighbors seeing her naked through the glass walls. They lived in the pe

are dinner for the two of them and waits to return to the apartment. Smelling a wonderful smell, Melanie wakes up starving, getting up with difficulty from the sofa that had cushions so soft that she slept like a baby. Yawning and staggering with sleep, she stretches heading towards the smell. Christopher turns off the rice and beans and goes to the kitchen island to finish chopping the onions for meat, because he loved putting onions in everything, saying it was his secret ingredient. His eyes find her half sleepy, immediately stopping everything he was doing, completely enchanted. That long, brown hair that he always swore was straight, was wavy with large curls, which made that body, which already had curves, even more accentuated, highlighting the round and perfect breasts, which were showing through the thin fabric. Her thin waist and wide hips were covered by the beautiful rose gold silk baby doll, perfectly matching the brown color of her skin, making her terribly sexy. Oh, shit. He thinks, shivering and remembering everything he did with that piece of clothing in the bathroom. His mind had been fertile, but not fertile enough compared to that work of art in front of him. Nervously, he turns to the stove, turning on the heat, heating the oil, trying to get rid of all the indecencies that were going through his head, with the intention of preparing the fillet. - Christopher... His wife's melodious voice sounds next to him, making him startle and hit his arm on the pan, throwing the hot oil into the air. The movement was so quick that he didn't even notice, he simply took her in his arms so she wouldn't burn herself by avoiding the accident. Surprised, she breathes heavily into his lap, meeting those gray eyes. Rogers swallows hard, seeing the light freckles that were hidden beneath the makeup, spreading lightly across her nose, her cheeks, her shoulders. The soft, fragrant skin that he avoided touching so much felt like velvet in his fingers and the eyes, heavens, those eyes would lead him to perdition. He knew that she wore contact lenses, but he didn't know that they were brown, that in fact his wife had heterochromia, with one amber eye reachi