âIs that truly why? Or does it have to do with my motherâs demand?
Remember, marriage is about us twoâ¦â
âSanford, I genuinely believe itâs too soon.
Letâs think about it in two years,â Maggie cut in, eager to steer away from the topic of Janiya.
Sanford fell silent, gently stroking her hair.
âAlright then.
Have you eaten anything?â
Maggie inhaled deeply, attempting to lift her spirits.
âNot yet.
â
âIâll order now, then.
â
Sanford pulled out his phone, poised to order.
âI can cook,â Maggie interjected.
Sanford regarded her, querying, âArenât you exhausted?â
Maggie shook her head with resolve.
âIâm quite alright.
â
Tears had reddened her eyes, lending her a fragile air.
Sanford enfolded her in an embrace.
âWould you rather we do something else first?â
He had been away on business for several days and longed for her presence.
His kiss was as tender and fervent as ever.
Maggie wrapped her arms around him, her eyes shut as she reciprocated with fervor.
Gone was her usual timidity and reserve, replaced by a burning fervor.
Sanford, taken aback, rasped, âMaggie, have you missed me these past days too?â
With a soft breath, Maggie nodded and leaned in for another kiss.
Mid-embrace, she began unfastening his shirt, gently guiding him onto the couch.
Sanfordâs eyes, deep with desire, sparkled like the night sky.
With a smile at her assertiveness, he teased, âMaggie, do you want to be on the top?â