EMILIA bit her lower lip as she stared at her ex-husband, who was following her instructions. She had only been joking, teasing him to dance. She hadn't expected him to actually do it.
After they finished their coffee, he went to the kitchen. When Tyron returned, he was holding two bottles of liquor.
Amidst the heavy rain, they were in the living room, drinking. Emilia no longer felt the cold. Her body was warm, fueled by the alcohol and Tyron's... sexy dance.
He stood before her, swaying to the music from his cell phone. They were both drunk already, nearly finishing the two bottles of liquor.
"T-Ty..." she murmured as he ground his hips, slowly removing his t-shirt.
She leaned back against the headrest of the sofa as he approached, taking her right hand and placing it on his chest,
