Marco’s own arousal stirred, but he held it back, respecting the boundaries they had carefully navigated since their marriage.
Delilah, sensing his gaze lingering on her, huffed slightly.
"You're crossing the line," she said, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Crossing what line?" Marco replied, his voice teasing as he raised an eyebrow.
Delilah smirked, pushing him lightly, forcing him to shift to the other side of the bed.
"That’s it. Your side of the bed. Stay there. And don't cross this."
Marco glanced down at what she called "this"—a pillow she had placed down the middle of the bed, dividing it into two clear halves.
He hadn’t even noticed it when he first climbed in, too focused on her.
With a sly grin, Marco leaned over, grabbed the pillow, and tossed it to
