Desmond's POV
Watching Raine all flustered and restless from my presence and slight touch was already the highlight of this night. For now.
I could barely keep my eyes off her, seeing her wearing this little nightgown that I could not stop imagining tearing off her. But I was a gentleman. I didn't tear clothes off women.
"You owe me an apology," Raine said, her voice light as breath. "For making me wait so long."
I didn't hesitate. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long, my Angel." Her already racing heart picked up pace. "There was an issue with my father."
Her brows etched with concern, sharply contrasting the tension in her shoulders and spine. "Are you okay?"
"There's a strain in our relationship, but it's nothing too serious." I didn't feel like talking about my Dad right now. N
