Cristiano entered the bedroom, his eyes falling on the small figure of his wife lying on the soft mattress. The light was on, and he could see the flutter of her eyelashes—Siena pretending to be asleep. But he knew those little games all too well.
He quietly went to the wardrobe to pick his clothes and began changing in the room itself. Siena’s breathing quickened as she heard the shuffle of fabric and the clink of metal hitting the floor. Slowly, she cracked her eyes open—and her suspicion was confirmed. He was completely naked, now slipping into his pajamas. She quickly squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling with a mix of nervousness and a thrill she couldn’t quite name.
Then, he moved to the bed, slipped under the covers, and moved in close, his hand sliding around her waist befor
