Isabelle’s face turned bright red before she finally managed to stammer, “I didn’t!”
William smirked, his expression amused. Her denial only made him more certain he had struck a nerve.
He reached out, gently wiping the tears from the corner of her eye.
His voice was soft, but his words cut deep. “Then why are you crying?”
Isabelle froze, unable to come up with an answer.
William wasn’t giving her any room to breathe.
Flustered, she shot back, “Because it hurt. You are terrible in bed”
She wasn’t even sure of her own words. After all, her earlier inspection showed no signs of anything happening, but her body was sore, and her clothes had been changed.
If it had been someone else, maybe something really did happen.
But with William? She wasn’t so sure. He had always stopped himself
