I stopped. “What did you say?”
“Nothing.” She smiled too quickly.
I let it go. “I’m heading outside for a bit. And please...don’t go into my wife’s room. She’s sleeping, and she needs the rest.”
Her smile sharpened. “Of course. If you’d like, we offer exclusive VIP massages for our guests. It might help you relax.”
There it was....that look Rose had warned me about.
I paused, then shook my head.
“Not for me. Give it to my wife.”
And I walked out.
.....
The drive to the club dragged, though the streets were nearly empty. My mind refused to settle. I kept seeing Rose asleep in our bed, soft and warm against me.
Loving her feels like standing on the edge of a blade. I want her close, but every part of my life pulls her into risks she should never face.
I rubbed a hand over my face
