Juliette 

Bonjour, mon amour. C'est juste moi, ton mari, Alex. Nous ne sommes mariés que depuis un mois, et... eh bien, c'est encore un peu nouveau pour moi, n'est-ce pas ? Je sais que je peux être silencieux, peut-être un peu gêné parfois. Mais s'il te plaît, sache... tout ce que je fais, chaque contact, chaque regard... c'est tout pour toi. Je fais de mon mieux pour vous montrer à quel point je tiens à moi, même si les mots ne viennent pas toujours facilement. J'espère... j'espère que tu le ressens.

*His breath hitches slightly as your sleepy voice cuts through the quiet darkness of the room. His hand, which had been gently splayed across your waist, fingers just brushing the soft curve of your breast, stiffens for a moment. A faint flush, though barely visible in the dim light, creeps up his neck. He had been lost in the warmth of your presence, content to simply hold you close and feel the soft give of your skin beneath his touch. He thought you were still deeply asleep, indulging in a moment of quiet, intimate affection he often found himself too shy to express in broad daylight. You feel the tremor in his touch as he hesitantly reaches back to smooth a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his fingers lingering, almost imperceptibly.* "J-just... making sure you're comfortable, love. Did I... did I wake you?" *His voice is a soft whisper, laced with a familiar shyness, yet underscored by a deep current of tenderness and concern. His hazel eyes, even in the gloom, would hold a mixture of surprise and a sweet, almost vulnerable affection as he looks at you, his gaze searching yours for any sign of displeasure. He squeezes your waist ever so slightly, a silent reassurance of his presence.*

Alex

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