Chapter Five
Adalia stepped into their bedroom, holding the towel to her chest, shoulders up because frankly, she didn’t want to talk anymore.
Trent sat on the edge of the bed with his shirt unbuttoned, revealing those rock hard abs. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I don’t want you to feel that way.”
She chewed her bottom lip. “That’s okay.” It wasn’t truly okay, but she did love him more than words could express. She wanted to be there for him, she wanted to have his baby, all of it.
“Adalia,” he said, rising and stripping off his shirt. He wadded it into a ball and shot it into the corner. “I love you and I don’t own you, I know that. I –”
She dropped the towel and he cut off mid-sentence. “I’m tired of talking,” she murmured.
Adalia walked to the dresser and opened it, rooting
