6. Finding Lust Again
In between those intervals, her eyes landed on a painting hung against Rosie's walls.
It was a nude aesthetic of a woman being penetrated from behind, and her core tightened up as a string of nostalgia settled in her mind.
Apart from being an asshole, Joel had always satisfied her in bed.
Although, assuming his infidelity hadn't gotten leaked, she'd never have suspected a thing.
Gosh, she knew Rosie was a fan of erotic painting, but this was so overly explicit that she had to avert her gaze, shutting out carnal thoughts, especially when her ex-husband was standing right in front of the door.
Nonetheless, nothing of that sort could ever happen between them ever again, she assured herself from within.
Why on earth was the room getting above temper
