They used to be, they used to be so in sync and he knows he has only himself to blame for the fact that is no l o n g e r the case but he’s much too proud to admit it. He nods at her w o r d s even if they’re far from the truth
because he won’t admit just how bad things had gotten, how just moments ago they had b o t h physically lashed out at each other. When Howard looks at her, truly takes in her beauty it does lead to the question as to why he goes chasing for what he already has, p e r h a p s he’s just grown to sabotaging his own every move. It’s probably psychological but he doesn’t care to think about it right now. ❝You know that i do.❞ the word comes out in a short breath, brown eyes locked on azure ones. MARIA IS ENOUGH, he knows that, whichever way you l o o k at it, Howard is the one in the wrong. His hands move to undo his belt rather quickly, throwing the leather down onto the floor besides her d r e s s.
their relationship is a rocky one these days, and that’s putting it lightly. but as he holds her and kisses her like this, maria knows that they’re still meant to be. that no matter what, they’ll always be together. with his reassurance that he still wants her, though, the italian focuses her gaze on her husband as he continues to remove his clothing. she’s never once lost sight of her husband, doesn’t take him for granted, so once he’s completely exposed to her, she’ll slide herself to the edge of the kitchen counter to reach out for him and pull him close, lips crashing into howard’s as arms wrap around his neck for their bodies to be flush against one another’s. yes, she’s still clad in her bra and panties, but he needs only move the fabric of her panties aside to fully initiate what they’re both yearning for.