James' hand slid to her waist as he gazed at her intently. "You two dated before—I get it. No need to deny it."
Clara insisted earnestly, "It's not denial—it's the truth. I thought... I thought that was what dating was supposed to be like. But now I know he was only with me to take revenge on me. He never wanted any physical intimacy. It wasn’t at all what he claimed..."
James usually hated hearing about her past with Lance, but strangely, her words brightened his mood.
"So you regret not getting physical with him?" he teased, purposely needling.
"No!"
His lips curled in a faint smirk, eyes growing more suggestive. "Good. Then your husband will make sure to love you right from now on."
The word "husband" sent a peculiar vibration through Clara’s mind, wrapping her in an unreal sense
