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.

In the past, she’d wrap her arm around his neck and moaned his name.

A few minutes later, he was done with the shower and came out of the bathroom. Zoe had already gotten up. She wore a silk nightgown and her long black hair cascaded down her back, giving her a vibe that was both innocent and seductive.

Standing by the window, she stared off into space. Steam covered the window and she was drawing on it absentmindedly with her lean fingers. It wasn’t anything recognizable, but he could just