Once in their room, Hendra laid her down on the king bed. Next, he slipped out some of his shirt buttons, and immediately rushed down to once again embrace his wife.
"Ah … I miss you so, so much. I want to hug all night long," he hid his face on her neck, hands holding her close to his body. The blue eyes soon closed, enjoying the moment. In a soft voice to her ear, "I hope it's not a dream."
"It's not, Hendra. Look at my lips! Swollen thanks to your kisses, it hurts," she grumbled while moving her foot to reach the TV remote by the edge of their super spacious bed.
"Then, just sleep here tonight," he pleaded, breathing on her neck, as if they were apart for more than a decade. Truthfully, they slept together only five days ago.
"Hopefully my brother and father are not looking for me," she muttered a little uneasily.
"Surya will handle it," Hendra whispered back to her, playfully running his tongue on her delicate skin.