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Quickly regaining my composure, i follow him out of the bedroom. I see him standing in the foyer, waiting for the elevator and i quickly join him. The ping of the elevator announces it's arrival and we step in. In the elevator he silently hold my hands like doing something naturally out of habit. In the basement garage of our building, i see him walking towards the BMW. As we drive towards his parents place, i sit back and admire his face. He has clear blue eyes, a sharp nose, a strong jawline, ruffled brown coloured hair. Oh he is so handsome. "Would you like to share your thoughts, wife?", he asks. I shake my head and stick my tongue out at him. And he shakes his head in resignment. My husband is Aiden Williams. The son of one of the most successful businessman in the United States. After he completed his degree in management, his father wanted him to join the family business but he had his own dreams. He wanted to cook. He loved cooking. Still does. It is his passion. His love. And surprisingly he is amazing at it. After studying and interning for around 3 years in Paris, he returned to United States and with his own savings opened up his first restaurant in New York. "Well are you just gonna day dream the whole time or actually say something?", he asks. "Ummm i was just thinking about someone", i reply. "Thinking about whom?", he asks. He raises his eyebrows and gives me a i-wanna-know-now look. It makes me giggle. "So you are thinking about someone and giggling! This better not be some other man!", he says.

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"Here, done", i say putting the lipstick down on the dresser. "Will be out there in a moment", he replies from inside the bathroom. I am standing in front of the long full-length mirror in our bedroom. "So lets...", he halts mid sentence when he sees me in the mirror. His expression changes. There is an appreciative smile on his lips. He walks slowly and steadily towards me. And comes to stand behind me facing the mirror. Our eyes meet in the mirror. Gone is the anger from his eyes about our argument earlier. His expression now is clearly of lust and desire. Looking at his expression, something inside me melts. It is very hot when your husband has such raw lust in his eyes for you. I forget all the tension, the anger which was there in me towards him. Right now, all i care about is his touch. His fingers, his tongue... Oh i have to stop myself from going there. We have to be at his parents' place in 15 minutes. But how are you supposed to ignore that raw sensual desire in his eyes. I am longing for his touch. I want him. Now. He teases me with his eyes. Not touching me at all. He is standing so close to me. I can feel the heat of his body. I can feel him breathing. But why cant he just touch me. "So you want me to touch you?", he asks. His voice clearly ringing with mischief. I nod because thats all i can manage right now. He just looks at me in the mirror without making any attempts to touch me. I can see that he is enjoying himself. Torturing me like this. After what felt like an eternity, he finally says "i would make love to you right now, but i love teasing you. And after that nasty argument, i think i am gonna enjoy doing this." Saying this he cooly walks out of the bedroom. Leaving me hanging. 

To be continued...

And they rode into the sunset. It is not the end. It is actually the beginning.