Engel let out a low groan as he slowly began to rouse from sleep. For some reasons his eyes were unwilling to open, and his body reluctant to rise. He wanted to spend more in bed with his wife sleeping in his arms.
It's been days since he last had her holding onto him, her face buried in his chest while the slow and steady rhythm of her breath as she beautifully slept, coax him into his own slumber, taking away all the tension wound up in his muscles and heart.
She was a sedating balm made only for him.
Engel stretched out his hand in search for her, to pull her close, but all he felt was the stale coldness of her side of the bed.
His eyes snapped open in a flash, but they darted towards the couch when he felt so presence in the room, one that didn't belong to his wife.
His eyes darkened at the sight of the man, who flashed him a stupid smile as he took a big bite of the biscuits in his hand
