“You sound,” he whispered against her hair, his lips brushing the crown of her head, “like someone who misses me.”
A soft, almost imperceptible laugh escaped her, but the way she clung to his shirt betrayed the truth she didn’t say aloud.
“Has my deadly charm worked on you yet?” Arnav’s voice was a low, teasing murmur against her ear, laced with that effortless warmth that always made her chest flutter.
“Not really,” Raellyn retorted, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “You should at least try to maintain some dignity, you know.”
“And why is that?” He leaned back slightly to look at her, feigning offense with an arch of his brow. “Does becoming a father mean I’m no longer allowed to be affectionate with my own wife?”
Raellyn’s hand moved almost of its own accord, delivering a playfu
