DINNER PARTY 3

Noah watched his wife apply different colours to her face, from one colour to another beautifying the already beautiful face she had. She had refused his offer to higher a makeup artist and even sent the one he hired away because she was still mad at him for punishing her family.

He let her be, he could handle her little stubbornness. It was nothing to him. He watched her apply red lipstick, adding a touch of cherry gloss that made her lips glisten like ripe cherries. Noah felt an overwhelming urge to kiss them. He knew they would taste just as he was imagining.

His wife had a knack for sweet lip gloss before he even met her and he always wondered why.

As she finished, Noah leaned against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving her. "You know," he started, his deep voice steady and seductive in the quiet room, "you always manage to surprise me, my sweet girl."