Gentle and soft curls of hair brushed along fingertips and a beard, reminded Sadiq of how innocent and virtuous his wife was despite her old ways.
Her gentle green eyes expressed a tenderness there that Sadiq had nearly forgotten about.
Helena loved him, and Sadiq knew that, and he knew the real meaning of the words of her arguments; he knew the real worry hidden there.
He knew of her past relationships and how Helena had behaved then.
He could nearly taste her fear of himself doing what she'd done and of how much she'd fallen for him.
Sadiq refused though to increase that fear as he spent time with her as despite every argument, he refused to break her trust and increase that fear.
He loved her.