The way he was now, she really didn't dare to make him angry again, so she lowered her stance a lot.
Matthew held her in his arms and rubbed her tenderly, "And you know to come back?"
He had been angry, but the moment she had taken the initiative to hug him up, the moment she had softly called out for her husband, it seemed like there was nothing to be angry about, as long as she was still around.
It's weird, realizing that after he started caring about Serena, the whole principle thing didn't matter so much.
He held her in place, hooking his arm around her waist, his gaze going to her lips.
He reached up and brushed his hand over her lips, "Next time you can't kiss anyone else."
"I didn't."
Matthew laughed and put a little more pressure on his hand, pressing her down a little, "If you don't have it, you don't have it."
He rolled his lips over hers for a moment, his brow weary, and just held her in his arms as he slept.