Sienna
"Babe, come here."
I turned to the man who was sitting on the couch, working on his laptop. Louis Salvatore. The man with whom I had spent five years of my life. The man whom I got married to for whatever the reason was. The man whom I promised to love, and cherish till death two years ago. However, even up to this day, he was as foreign to me as the first day I met him even though his eyes were full of words.
"Coming."
After I approached the couch, Louis held my hand and made me sit on his lap. He smelled like sandalwood, and leather, fresh and exotic.
