I stand there, stunned. Clingy? I’m clingy for wanting to sleep beside my own husband?
I let out a shocked laugh. That wasn’t Alek…Except it was. He said it so naturally. Like he’s done this a thousand times.
I close the door slowly, heart pounding, thoughts scrambling. Maybe it’s a family thing. Maybe it’s because we’re at his parents’ house and he doesn’t want to explain things. Maybe it’s about Katya.
My brain spins. I run my fingers through my hair, gripping the back of my neck.
“There has to be a good explanation. Even if I can’t see it right now.”
I want to call Serena. Tell her everything. But I hesitate, can I trust her not to tell the others?
The last thing I need is Freya turning this into some public mockery. She’d live for it.
She’d call me desperate, pathetic, weak.
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