It has been a long time since he saw his mates. I must put on my best suit, he thought.
The dinner was perfect, as always. Charles always chose the best wine and no matter how long it has been, the boys always caught on like a house on fire whenever they met.
"How's Gwen?" Charles' wife asked.
"She's great! She just published her third book. I'm so proud of her," he replied.
"Why don't you ask her to come over and say hi?"
"You know how she is, she's really introverted. She'll come over when she wants to." I wish she was a little more sociable, he thought.
He was exhausted after a long night of conversations. As much as he enjoyed catching up with his mates, he appreciated the long and quiet drives home with his wife. They would listen to whatever tunes were on the radio, and admire the night lights as they drove through the city.
When they got home, he took a nice and warm shower, and crawled into bed beside her. He took out his phone and scrolled his newsfeed. That was his way of winding down for the day.
Before drifting off to sleep, he remembered how beautiful she looked in her satin dress. Far more beautiful and elegant than the girls in crop tops and miniskirts these days. He had the urge to hold her in his arms and close the gap between them. But he saw that she had turned to her side and gone to sleep.
Maybe tomorrow, he thought. I'll tell her how beautiful she looked tomorrow.
Click here for pt 1: her pov.
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