Chapter 41
Myrah's POV
I whispered against Valentino's lips, "I know you can never be mine, but I love our secrets."
Both he and I exchanged glances in each other's direction. His eyes were sincere, as if he were trying to communicate something but was at a loss for words.
He did not need to speak. I had lost interest. Once our lips met, I realized he had granted one of my requests, which I had never even known I had.
They were comfortable and precisely sized for me. His handling of me was kind and exactly how I wanted a man to be. Even though it was difficult for me to admit it, my affection for my husband would be the end of me.
Valentino looked into my eyes and said, "Myrah, you are gorgeous."
I retorted, "You are perfect, Val," rubbing my thumb along his delectable lips. "You are just perfect," I continued.
"I apologize. I apologize, Myrah.
What for, Val?
"Even though you are my wife, I..."
