Author's note: written for the Prompt Table activity on the Paint It Red Forum - prompt: "Living a lie"
Living a lie
His arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her for a kiss.
The woman always tasted so good – just like the first day his lips had met hers.
She smelled of lavender and soap, and her light brown hair felt as smooth as silk under his fingers.
"It's good to be back home."
Angela couldn't help smiling against his lips. Then she captured his mouth for another kiss.
"It's good to have you back."
A pity he would have to wait a little longer before showing her how much he had missed her. Well, the night wasn't so far away after all…
"Where's my lovely princess?"
His beautiful wife smiled fondly at him. "She's upstairs, waiting for you."
He pecked her lightly on the cheek and headed to his daughter's room – purposely ignoring the small pang of guilt he experienced every time he was back from one of his psychic readings.
Charlotte didn't deserve a con man as a father.
Pushing that though aside he fixed a warm smile on his face. As far as his little daughter didn't know anything about this, it was going to be alright.
Wasn't it?