Chapter twenty
Henry
I look at her for a while, then let it falls on her exposed breast.
Unfilled desires from last night crept on. I let out a sigh, I shouldn't be doing this.
"What are you doing!" She screams, suddenly forcing my eyes back to her.
I raise a brow and waited.
"Why are you with a towel?"
I blink once as if I can't comprehend what she just said. She was holding me so close last night as if she wanted more.
But I chose to be manly enough and let her be. I don't believe she's acting so strange this morning.
"We are married, remember?" I mutter thickly before striding to my drawer.
I seriously didn't want to do this but I just make sure she slept in my room last night. Which I succeeded, though, I'm still yet to find answers to why I behaved like that.
I was not supposed to kiss her, I was not supposed to touch her breast.
