"Why do we always end up in bed whenever we're supposed to be having a serious conversation? Is that one of your fetishes?" Raellyn asked coldly, stepping away from her husband.
She had already taken her second shower, now fully dressed with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The distance she maintained was intentional, a barrier between her and the man who had once again crossed the line just moments ago.
Raellyn knew herself far too well. She was painfully aware of how powerless she became whenever she fell into Arnav’s trap. How easily her will melted at his touch. So this time, her decision to keep her distance wasn’t just an act of defiance. It was a form of self-preservation.
She didn’t want another round of passion. She didn’t want him to blur the lines again. What she want
