“You're not my husband.” I reminded like he might have somehow forgotten.
“Yeah.” Gently, he dropped my hands. “But I once held that title, and I insist on applying this for you so be a good girl and don't argue.”
My face scrunched in disgust.
A good girl? What the f**k?
"I'm not interested in being a good girl."
He smiled, but I wondered why. "Alright, don't be. I'm still insisting on applying it for you."
I wasn't in the mood for further arguments, so I allowed him win just this once.
However, when his finger met my thigh, I regretted it. The touch sent something so strong my way, it was alarming.
Like a cold spark that delivered shivers down my spine.
His touch was gently enough to remind me of our first s*x, and I hated that my chest tightened by that.
I also wasn't pleased w
