Nicholas’s POV
“You won’t touch me. You won’t make love to me. Just the same excuse every goddamn time.”
Liora’s voice cracked with anger and hurt, sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence in the room. She stood there in front of me, arms crossed tight over her chest like she was holding herself together, eyes glittering with unshed tears and fury. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on her collarbone, the rapid rise and fall of her breathing. She looked beautiful in her rage…dangerous, even…but all I felt was exhaustion and a deep, gnawing revulsion.
I stayed seated on the edge of the bed for a second longer, then pushed to my feet slowly, forcing my voice to stay level. “You know why we can’t. I don’t want you to f*****g get pregnant.”
She laughed, but it was bitter, hollow.
