Benjamin’s heart wasn’t under his control from the moment he heard that Jacob and Selena were staying out for the night. As his wife’s words played in his mind, his heart melted. And the faint sounds of the shower swelled his emotions like ocean waves, and he was feeling so energetic all of a sudden.

And when she walked out, he asked her a straightforward question. “Can you tell me one thing?”

“No,” she said.

“Why don’t you speak all that much?” he asked. “Do you have a word limit per day or something?”

She didn’t reply.

“Again, the same silence,” Benjamin sighed. “What exactly are you, Rebecca? A rose? Or the thorn hiding underneath?”

“I’m Rebecca,” she said, getting down on the bed and picking up a fashion magazine. “Just a fashion designer, but if you want me to be poetic… is there a rose without a thorn?”

Benjamin paused for a second and smiled. “Rebecca… You are my rose and my thorn.”

“Yeah. I know that,” she replied. She had washed her hair, so he could feel her scent drifting a