Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Tina was mingling with her friends, nursing her drink and chatting away, when she realized she'd had one too many.

By the time the party was winding down, hardly anyone was sober. Her best friend, barely hanging on to her last shred of consciousness, decided to call a ride. Her fingers fumbled on the screen, accidentally dialing a nuisance number she'd received earlier that afternoon.

She was in the middle of a nonsensical argument with the person on the other end when a shadow loomed over her.

Phillip lifted Tina, who was slumped on the couch, into his arms. She was tipsy but conscious, and she looked up at him for a couple of seconds without protest.

Phillip got her into his car and took her home. She quietly followed his lead the whole way.

Upon entering his house, she kicked off her shoes with practiced ease and padded barefoot towards his bedroom, making her way into the bathroom like it was second nature.

She spent a long time in there. Phillip checked his watch a few times, knocked without getting a response, and then pushed the door open.

Tina was lying in the bathtub, having fallen asleep mid-soak. The constant temperature of the water made it hard to tell how long she had been asleep. Her eyes were bleary and confused as she gazed up at him.

The bathroom was steamy, her cheeks flushed from the heat, wet strands of hair clinging to her face. Her shoulders peeked out from the water, porcelain and smooth.

Quickly coming back to her senses, Tina wrapped her arms around her chest. "What the heck, dude? Ever heard of privacy?"Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"You've been in there a while. Time to get out," Phillip said, averting his gaze and stepping out.

He had just moved away from the door when he heard a splash and a cry from the bathroom.

Turning back quickly, he opened the door to see Tina slipping and falling into the tub, flailing in the water.

Phillip stepped in, climbed into the tub, and lifted her out of the water.

Tina

arms clung to him like a lifeline,

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Her water-soaked body quickly drenched Phillip's shirt and slacks, her soft form clinging tightly to him.

As Tina regained her composure, she realized how intimate their position was.

Lifting her wet eyes, she met Phillip's gaze, which was turbulent with unspoken emotions.

The bright bathroom lights, the humid air, their breathing became heavy and moist.

Through the soaked fabric, it was hard to tell whose heartbeat was pounding so wildly.

Water was everywhere, yet it felt as if they were standing amidst a blazing fire.

As she looked up, Phillip leaned down to kiss her.

The kiss was silent yet passionate, familiar yet distant. She opened up to him, their breath mingling.

Tina wrapped her arms around Phillip's neck, her waist securely held by his strong arms, pressed tightly against him.

The bathroom filled with heat, their kisses deep and urgent.

Into the night, Phillip carried her to the bed, their kisses unending. Tină reached out to unbutton his shirt, her hands slippery, struggling with the buttons.

Phillip sat up, undid the rest himself. His dark slacks, already wet, were discarded to the floor. Without words, only the tight entanglement of their bodies spoke volumes, expressing unvoiced sentiments in the most primal desires.