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Sheila bit her lip, wide eyes locked on her husband’s sleeping face, his eyes close and a smile curling his thin lips. Worry wormed its way through her as she glanced about the room. Frank wasn’t supposed to be home. He was supposed to be gone for another week and a half: adding up the three months that he’d been gone.
Telling herself that he was asleep enough by now, she slipped from his arms and rushed across the room at grab her silk robe, throwing it on and quickly tying it around her waist. Moving next to the bed, she gathered up a few items of clothing before sliding from the room with as little noise as possible.
Barely keeping herself from running down the hall, she noticed the light on under the bathroom door. She knocked only once, very softly, before twisting the knob and pushing the door open. She closed it behind her, flicking the lock as she let out a sigh and pressed her forehead to the door.
Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with a grim looking man; the only item of clothing he was wearing was a pair of black silk boxer shorts. His ash blond hair was tousled, his grey eyes stormy and appearing furious. The muscles in his tall frame were coiled, scars crossing over his chest and back, his legs and arms, revealing the tortured life he’d lived. His wide mouth was surrounded by a trim goatee, much different from the scraggly bread he’d been sporting the first night he’d appeared on her doorstep, desperate and hopeful after years of separation.
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