Jerome sat in his favorite arm chair watching her read a fashion magazine. She is beautiful he thought to himself. He looked at her shining hair and those glistening eyes. He loved her so. Those lips that skin…it drove him crazy. The more he longed to touch the more she pulled away. They slept in separate rooms. The only kiss he ever shared with her was at their wedding a mere kiss on her cheek. Jerome would never forget the way her soft skin felt against his lips, or how lovely she looked the night they got married. Silly him that night thinking that he would sleep next to her. Her body entwined with his. Never had her lovely silhouette been pressed to his as he had longed for it to. His eyes flowed along to the wispy ends of her hair, over her breasts and along the rest of her body. She caught him looking at her from over his newspaper.
"What?" Esme demanded.
Jerome sighed, "Nothing dear."