Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 533 The Line Between Dream And Reality *Selena*

I stood there, a sense of uncertainty washing over me as Zander disappeared into the bathroom. The seconds felt like minutes as I waited, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The room seemed to tighten around me, and I found myself pacing back and forth, my eyes occasionally glancing at the ticking clock on the wall.

Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, clad in sleepwear that hung comfortably on his frame. His hair was still damp, each strand catching a glimmer of light as he ruffled it with his hand, a casual yet enticing gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, my heart doing an erratic dance in my chest. It was impossible to deny - my ex-mate looked strikingly hot.

"You want to use the bathroom?!" his voice broke through my reverie, concern knitting his brows together.

I shook my head slightly, still trapped in a trance, my voice held hostage by the sheer intensity of the moment.

"Okay, let's call it a night," he declared, his footsteps leading him to his customary side of the bed - the left.

I watched as he settled in, his eyes darting toward me when he noticed my immobility, his expression etched with a mixture of confusion and something I couldn't quite decipher.

"What are you thinking, Selena? Come and sleep," his voice held an air of authority, a command that I struggled to resist. But the bed, the place that once held both our dreams and whispered secrets, felt like a precipice I wasn't sure I was ready to venture onto.

couch," my voice escaped in a hesitant whisper. I couldn't meet his gaze as I said it, my eyes drawn to the bed

enough for two of

I wasn't sure how to explain. "Come here, Selena," undeterred, he beckoned with a commanding presence, his words a gentle yet authoritative directive. "We have a lot to tackle tomorrow," he reasoned, a practical undertone weaving

nod, I

legs to carry me to

back to Zander. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, silently urging my

anything less

like a

made it nearly impossible to rein in my desires. I felt

chin, the fabric offering a sense of security amidst the whirlwind of emotions. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my

me, slumber claimed my consciousness, and I found myself surrendering to a comfort I hadn't experienced in years. The warmth of

first light

surprise, I was met with the gaze of Zander, his deep blue eyes locked onto mine. A soft smile curved my lips, a mixture of emotions passing between us. Inching closer, I nestled myself against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes again, the pull of slumber tempting me once more, a newfound

lying on his chest?!