Wifely Duties

The next day, Dylan woke before June and got dressed for work.

He stood over the bed and admired the flawless naked body, covered only with a thin sheet, across that round behind.

Part of him didn't want to leave her; how perfect would it be, just to lay beside her all day?

But work calls, and money has to be made, so he pulled on his tight gray, suit pants and zipped them up.

Her eyes opened to see his broad back and shoulders as he sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning his cuffs.

"Good morning," he said placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

She stretched with a sleepy smile, "Good morning Dylan,"

He smiled at her cute expression, "There is a driver to take you to and from university. Call me if you need anything... and remember to text me."

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Oh? Are you leaving now?"

He checked his watch and tapped the glass face, "Yes and I'm late."

On his way out, she followed behind him; covering her body with the sheet and tugging on his jacket.