Is It Love or a Mistake?
It jerked her up when the light blinded her eyes as soon as Luna got consciousness back after a long slumber; there was nothing that shocked her more than finding herself in her messy outfit exposing her half torso lying on the bed with Danish, her husband next to her side with his bare chest, still in his deep sleep.
She could not smother her mouth from a scream and an abrupt question of what occurred to her last night; her memory only provided her with the cold face of her husband who immediately propelled her body to the bed, after, out of nowhere, entering the room, and none of the rests her mind could logically deliver her with more information
Had they slept together? It was only the scent of his perfume left on her pajama which could ensure their collision, celebrating the love between husband and wife which for her was a fault as her husband, if only he were sober, would never do that to her.