Anderson's POV
Amber lay beside me, her skin still warm from the heat of the s*x we had a short while ago.
Her fingers drifted lazily across my chest, tracing invisible patterns.
However, it was time to leave. Without a word, I sat up and reached for my clothes.
"What’s wrong?" she asked, the duvet clutched tightly against her chest as she sat up, her eyes searching mine.
I pulled my shirt over my head, buttoning it casually. “What does it look like?”
Then, I shot her a glance. “I’m leaving.”
Her jaw dropped slightly, but she quickly composed herself and asked if I wasn't staying overnight.
That actually made me laugh. "And why would I?"
Her lips parted, then shut as if reconsidering her words.
"I just thought… since we have the mansion to ourselves…” she trailed off.
Ah. So tha
