The door wasn't even fully closed before I stepped into the moment, Camila's rigid posture and the delivery girl's burning red face practically begging for my intervention—or, more accurately, my mischief. I slid up beside Camila, my hand settling firmly on her bare shoulder, the slight tremble of her body under my touch like music to my ears.
"Well, well..." I murmured, letting my voice carry a teasing weight as I glanced at the delivery woman. Her face was a masterpiece—eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly in stunned silence. "You've met my wife, I see."
Camila stiffened under my hand, her head snapping toward me with a desperate, pleading look.
Oh, she wanted saving, alright, but not the kind I had in mind...The fire in her eyes only spurred me on.
