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TO SEE HER HUSBAND as he truly was, Psyche secretly ordered a pair of goggles with infrared capabilities and an attached camera. Finally, one night as Q slept peacefully, she snuck out of bed, and put on the goggles in order to observe him while he slept.
Her hands shook as she adjusted the goggles over her eyes, and she prayed he wouldn’t wake up. All she wanted to do was gaze upon him. He looked at her all the time. This was only fair, she told herself. Why shouldn’t she be able to watch him the way he watched her?
Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest, and it sounded like a freight train in her ears as she tiptoed over and stared down at him. She prepared herself for horns, wings, or anything exceptionally terrifying.
But to her absolute shock, what lay before her wasn’t frightening.
Not at all.
Instead lay before her the most gorgeous specimen of a man she’d ever seen. Her hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to cover her gasp.
Silken curls fell around his head like a halo. His skin glowed, and his gorgeous features included a jawline and angular cheeks so expertly carved he could have been a god. His muscles bulged in all the right places, and his broad shoulders whittled down to a trim waist. As her eyes swept over his well-sculpted physique, she realized his handsome face only softened his hard edges and made him all the more attractive. Her gaze drifted to where the bed sheets covered his privates. Just below his waist, one leg strayed outside the covers, and she couldn’t help but notice the well-defined V shape that pointed to his cock.
Yet as intensely masculine as these features were, he had deliciously long eyelashes and a full mouth. That mouth she kissed every night, that body that gave her such pleasure—it was beautiful!
How could she have questioned him being a monster? There was no hint of anything monstrous here, only an extremely handsome man.
Which begged the question—why wasn’t she allowed to see him? Why would he want to hide himself from her? He should be proud of how attractive he is. Puzzled as she was, she also worried that if she didn’t stop looking, she’d get caught. If he woke up now, she would get in big trouble.
So instead of risking that, she decided to take off the night glasses, put them away, and go back to sleep like nothing happened.
But something stopped her.
She couldn’t do it. He was so attractive . . . what if she never got another opportunity to see him again?
She needed to take a picture of him, even if she kept it to herself. Something she could look at when they are apart. There was no need to share it on a social channel, she convinced herself. That could be decided later. But for now, she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to capture the image of her stunningly handsome husband.
It was only fair. He looked at her all the time, and there were millions of images of her available if he wanted to see her when they were apart.
She just wanted one.
With that rationalization in her head, Psyche lifted her finger to the top of the frame and pressed a button to capture his image forever.
Flash!
To Psyche’s horror, a blindingly bright beam of light flooded her husband’s face.
His eyes flew open, and he brought the back of his hand in front of his face to shields his eyes.
“Psyche,” he cried. “What are you doing?”
Tearing the googles from her face, she flung them across the room.
But there was no hiding the evidence of her betrayal. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see what you looked like.”
Like magic, the room became illuminated.
“Are you happy now?” he growled.
“No, I mean yes. I don’t know,” she whimpered. “I just don’t understand. Why can I not look at you? You’re incredibly handsome. You’re not a monster at all.”
“I thought we’d covered that,” he said through gritted teeth.
“But I just wanted to see you. You see me all the time. I thought it would be fair.”
He stood and dressed quickly. “That wasn’t your call to make. You didn’t trust me. And now I can’t trust you.”
He turned and left the room.
“You can!” she called, following him down the hallway.
But it was too late.
He was gone.