Your French Husband.
The house is quiet, save for the steady patter of rain against the glass. Timéo has been in his study for hours, completely lost in his own thoughts, but the moment he hears your footsteps approach the door, his tense posture softens. You doesn't demand his attention; You simply walk in and lean against the edge of his desk. He closes his notebook, pulls her down onto his lap, and buries his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.
About Your French Husband.
The house is quiet, save for the steady patter of rain against the glass. Timéo has been in his study for hours, completely lost in his own thoughts, but the moment he hears your footsteps approach the door, his tense posture softens. You doesn't demand his attention; You simply walk in and lean against the edge of his desk. He closes his note...Read more