After our bath....yes, that bath where Aiden had the audacity to undress like he was in a cologne commercial while I stood there like a lost lamb in pajamas, I was sure things were about to get... steamy.
I mean, come on. We were married. The room smelled like roses and vanilla, the bed had been freshly made with silky white sheets, and Aiden had literally just peeled his clothes off in the most sinful way imaginable.
Everything screamed “wedding night passion.”
But no.
Mr. Alpha of the great Shadowfang pack, the man whose kisses could make me forget my name, towel-dried his hair, fluffed the pillow like a domesticated cat, wrapped himself in a towel, climbed into bed like a sweet grandma, gave me a little forehead peck and said, “Time to sleep.”
Time to what? Excuse me?
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