Chapter 817

Brad had come all the way to Pittsbrew, and it definitely wasn't to sleep on the couch. How long had it been since he last held Nadine in his arms while they slept? He couldn't even remember. The only thing he remembered was the faint fragrance of her skin and the softness of her body. It was strange, to be honest. Nadine was slender, almost to the point of skin and bones, yet she had all the right curves. Her chest and hips were particularly generous, and though her lower belly had a slight post-pregnancy pudge, it didn't take away from her beauty at all. It was soft and cushy under his touch, incredibly comforting. Every time they were intimate, he loved to squeeze that little bit of flesh on her lower belly—it felt so good. For a man who hadn't been able to make love to his wife in such a long time, not being able to sleep in the same bed was nothing short of torture. But he could tell that letting him sleep on the couch was already as far as she was willing to go. If he pushed