Fifteen minutes later, we sat in a hot bath together. I relaxed in his lap while he gently grasped my hips. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments until he moved forward and kissed me.
Contractually, I should kiss him back. And while I wanted to comfort him, this didn’t feel right. I didn’t want to sleep with him while he was angry with his wife. I was annoyed with her, too, but this just felt so wrong. So disgusting. Like something Bethany would do.
“I don’t think we should,” I whispered, hands on his chest. “I want to, but it feels wrong.”
Constantino stopped, lifting his gaze to me and tightening his jaw slightly. After a moment, he slumped his shoulders forward and blew out a deep breath. “I know; it does.” He shifted in the tub, the water sloshing over the edge. “I ju
