SIANNA AND Eliezer finally made it to the master bedroom—his room.
He carried her all the way there, and when they reached the bed, he carefully lowered her onto the soft mattress as though she were something precious.
Only then did Sianna finally understand what Eliezer had meant earlier about his “other head” hurting.
The realization hit her all at once. A laugh burst from her lips. Her eyes lifted to his, and she found him already staring at her.
There was fire in his gaze. The kind that made warmth rush through her body.
“You’re so naughty,” she said between soft laughter.
Eliezer only lifted a brow, feigning innocence as he began undoing the buttons of his long-sleeved shirt one by one.
“Why?” he asked, pretending not to know what she meant.
Sianna shook her head, still smilin
