Ethan sighed, stretching his arms behind his head. And just when I thought I'd get to sneak home, pull my wife into my lap, bury my face in her neck, he thought with a pang. But nooo… she's probably buried in her medical books again. Can't even bribe her with flowers these days.
"Didn't even get to see my wife properly, you know that?" Ethan mumbled out loud, more to himself. "She's always stuck in her thick books now, wearing those tiny glasses, looks so cute it's illegal. But when I try to hug her, she says, 'I'm studying, go away.' Hah! So cold!"
Lilith's red lips twitched at the corner, almost like she was trying not to laugh. "Poor you," she said in a flat tone, picking up her lipstick and checking her face one more time.
Ethan leaned forward on his knees, eyes narrowing at her reflection. "You know, you could try to look a bit more sympathetic. Everyone else feels sorry for me."
