When Love Breaks by Jack

“You’ve already showered though…”

I caught the hidden meaning in Gregory’s voice and decided to play dumb, teasing him a bit, “Put me down.”

“No.”

Gregory lowered his gaze, his lips curled into a slightly roguish smile as he kicked open the bathroom door and stepped inside.

The hot water and his kisses came at me all at once, stealing away my breath.

After a while, I was so overwhelmed by his antics that I could barely stand.

He just lifted me up, securing his arms under my thighs, and held me against his waist.

I thought this shower would be like all the others, stretching into the wee hours of the night.

But unexpectedly, right after, I was wrapped in a towel and carried off to bed.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I grabbed the blanket, covering myself up, leaving only my eyes peering out at Gregory.

Meeting my gaze, Gregory chuckled, “You better not say those two words.”

I huffed playfully, “How would you know what I’m about to say?”

“I just do.”

Gregory leaned in close, his nose gently brushing against mine, his voice drawling, “Because I am your husband-”

He dragged out the last word, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I snuggled deeper under the blanket, “We’re not married. What kind of husband are you?” Gregory laid down beside me, pulling the blanket over us both and wrapping his legs around me.

I was completely trapped.

was charged with an intimate

man paused his movements, his eyes fixed on me. I tried to move, but it was futile, and I couldn’t help but tentatively ask, “You’re not upset about what I said earlier,

Impossible to read.

“I…”

cut me off, his face inches from mine, his voice low and enticing, “How would you

he was just teasing,

laughed softly,

kiss

my forehead, his tone

playfully

y serious, “Since we’re

well

immobilized, I glared

Who proposes in bed?

way

laughter, pinching my cheek, “What’s with

mean you

marriage graveyard

how sharp his

despite the Bryant

issue

seeming like a thing

knew he

Sinet

the king

a graveyard. Why would I go there? You

“Tsk.”

thumb pressed against my lips, prying them apart, “Let’s