24 : I’ll not be resisting anymore

— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

I observe in my peripheral vision as my wife emerges from the bathroom, her hair wet, clinging delicately to her cheeks and neck like glistening threads of moonlight. A towel draped casually in her hand as she pauses a few paces away from me.