During the next few days, I do my best to steer clear of Diego whenever possible. He seems to be more assertive than his usual self, as he has been requesting more frequent kisses on the cheek. I’m just waiting for the day when he asks for one on the lips. There is no escaping it, even if it is not something I am looking forward to.
As I am in the middle of scrubbing a pot, I can feel his hands sliding down from the sides of my stomach and resting on the tops of my hips. “So, this is where you are this early in the morning. Imagine my surprise when I woke up and heard you scrubbing a pot.”
“The house needs to be cleaned. I took time off as you requested, but now it is time to resume my duties. It’s been a few days since he scared me.”
As he leans in closer, his cheek feels warm against
