It felt unladylike to ask, but my curiosity had been gnawing at me for days.
I shut my eyes, inhaled deeply, and blurted,
“Why won’t you have s*x with me again?”
Silence. And then a sudden burst of laughter.
He was laughing—something he rarely did.My cheeks burned. “You’re laughing?”
When I cracked one eye open, he was watching me with that smug, arrogant grin that made me want to kiss him… or throw something at his head.
He definitely thought I was ridiculous.
“Forget I said anything,” I huffed, spinning toward the door.
But his hand shot out, catching my wrist and tugging me back into his space.
“You’re worried,” he said, smirk widening, “because I haven’t had s*x with you lately.”
“I am not.” My voice was flat, my eyes rolling so hard I nearly saw my brain.
“Are you sleeping
