Valeria's POV
"Is it my room or... our room?"
The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and I felt a bit foolish. We were already married, yet I still found myself wondering if things would stay... Platonic. But then a more serious thought crossed my mind—was Eric even able to mate, given his condition?
Lost in these thoughts, I stopped walking as Eric's wheelchair came to a halt. I looked at the back of his chair, suddenly wondering if he’d somehow sensed my thoughts.
He tilted his head slightly without fully turning around, his gaze shifting toward the wall. “Which kind do you prefer?” he asked.
Answering a question with a question—classic move for someone in control.
I held my breath, uncertain of his meaning, and played it safe. "I don’t have a preference. You should dec
