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.

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

big enough for two of us," he

eyes fixed on the bedspread as I wasn't sure how to explain. "Come here, Selena," undeterred, he beckoned with a commanding presence, his words a gentle yet authoritative directive.

nod, I willed

legs to carry me to

turning my back to Zander. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, silently urging my racing heart to calm down. I desperately wished

less

pounding like a runaway

proximity, and the enticing manly scent that was uniquely his made it nearly impossible to rein in my desires. I felt a subtle shift in the bed, his movements sending ripples through the sheets, and then the warmth

of security amidst the whirlwind of emotions. I closed my eyes

and I found myself surrendering to a comfort I hadn't experienced in years. The warmth of the bed embraced me, and the weight of worry seemed to drift away, leaving me in a cocoon

first light of morning

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

I was lying on his chest?!