Chapter 22 Controlling
Then, slowly… he smirked. “That?” he repeated, as if the question itself entertained him. My brows pulled together, irritation slipping through the confusion. “Yes, that,” I said, more firmly this time. “You don’t just,” I gestured vaguely between us, still trying to catch my breath, “do that without an explanation.” His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he finally stepped back, giving me just enough space to breathe properly again. “You’re overthinking it,” he said casually. “I don’t think I am.” “You are,” he countered, unbothered. Then, tilting his head slightly, he added, “It’s normal.” I blinked. “Normal?” “For two people who are about to get married.” The words hit harder than they should have. I straightened instinctively, my pulse spiking again, but this ti
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