145 Mostly Love

  Gray watched as his wife became busy putting whatever it was on his face. She mentioned that it was a skincare routine that she learned. He was sitting on the bed leaning on the headboard while she was busy massaging his face. It was probably her way to practice on him. But whatever it was, he loved it. He stared at her beautiful flawless skin. Her beautiful long lashes and her slender pointed nose. He caressed the baby hairs on her forehead as she was busy putting a moisturizer on his lips and locked it with a silicon thing that is shaped like lips a bit bigger. Then, she kissed it as she admired him. 

"Hmm," Gray hummed. 

"Oh, we will go in thirty minutes. We are still waiting for Lincoln. He's busy getting ready." She smiled. 

  He caressed her hair and admired the most beautiful woman he ever saw. The way she smiles makes her look like a goddess. His goddess. He will forever worship this woman.