Zoe turned her head to the side, “Aren’t you going to hop in the shower?”

Lowering his head, he kissed her for a spell before getting out of bed and into the shower. His smile faded when he opened the bathroom door.

The fact was, it was easiest to tell if a lady loved her husband when they had sex.

Zoe might’ve felt a lot of pleasure, but she wouldn’t let herself enjoy the sex. She was suppressing herself. She’d rather clutch the bedsheets, instead of moaning out loud when things got heated.