As the conversation stretched late into the night, Nadia finally paused, stretching her body and twisting her neck to ease the tension. Ethan couldn't help but notice her curvaceous figure and stunning features. Her movements drew his eyes to her toned legs and the way her dress clung to her shapely hips and waist. The soft glow of the room's light highlighted the smooth, fair skin of her arms and shoulders.
When she turned her head, her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, framing her beautiful face. Her high cheekbones, full lips, and piercing eyes commanded attention. Ethan found himself captivated by the way her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, the delicate curve of her jaw, and the subtle flush of her cheeks.
He cleared his throat, trying to push aside his wandering thoughts. "That's enough for the night, Nadia. You've given me a lot to think about. You should go rest."
Nadia raised an eyebrow and eyed him as if he was a fool. "You do realize this is our room, right? I'm not going anywhere."
Ethan's eyes widened in surprise, desire bursting within him. "Our room?"
"Yes, Ethan," she replied, her tone exasperated but also slightly amused. "We're married, remember? We share this room."
Ethan felt a mix of emotions—shock, desire, and a hint of awkwardness. He hadn't fully grasped the reality of their marriage until now. "Right, of course," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "I just thought... never mind."
Nadia smirked, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Relax, Ethan. We're just sharing a room. I'm not going to bite."
Ethan chuckled nervously. "Yeah, right. It's just... a lot to take in."
She walked over to the bed, sitting down and slipping off her shoes. As she did, Ethan's eyes were drawn to her long, shapely legs and the graceful way she moved. "Get used to it," she said, her voice softening slightly. "We're in this together, whether we like it or not."
Ethan watched her, his heart pounding. Despite the tension and unresolved issues between them, there was an undeniable attraction. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the bigger picture. "Alright, Nadia. Let's get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day, and we have a lot of work to do."
Nadia nodded, slipping under the covers. The way the sheets draped over her body accentuated her curves even more. "Goodnight, Ethan."
"Goodnight," he replied, moving to the other side of the bed and lying down, his mind racing with thoughts of their conversation, their shared past, and the challenges ahead.
As the room settled into silence, Ethan couldn't help but steal a few more glances at Nadia. She lay with her back to him, but he could see the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. The desire he felt earlier still lingered, but he knew he needed to earn her trust and respect before anything else. With a determined sigh, he closed his eyes and let sleep slowly overtake him, knowing that tomorrow would bring new opportunities to rebuild what had been broken.
Late at night, Ethan woke up to a sensation that was both startling and intoxicating. Nadia's soft hand had wrapped around his waist, and in her sleep, she had moved closer to him, her body now pressed against his.
Her touch was gentle yet firm, and he could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her soft curves molded against his hard chest, and he could feel her steady breathing, each breath causing a gentle rise and fall against him. The silky smoothness of her skin contrasted with his rougher, muscular build, creating an almost electric sensation where they touched.
Ethan's heart began to race as desire surged within him. Her breasts, full and firm, pressed against his side, and he could feel the softness of her stomach against his abs. The subtle, delicate scent of her hair filled his senses, intoxicating him further. Her leg had draped over his, her thigh warm and smooth against his own.
His mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He wanted to hold her, to pull her even closer, but he knew he had to be careful. He didn't want to wake her or make her feel uncomfortable. The last thing he needed was to ruin the fragile peace they had started to build.
Instead, he lay still, savoring the feeling of her body against his. His breathing matched hers, slow and steady, as he tried to calm the storm of desire within him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of her hand on his waist, the gentle pressure of her embrace. It was a moment of intimacy he hadn't expected, and it made him realize just how much he wanted to make things right between them.
The night passed slowly, each minute a mix of pleasure and restraint. Ethan's thoughts drifted between the past and the future, between the mistakes he'd made and the possibilities that lay ahead. With Nadia's soft body squished around his hard chest, he felt a renewed determination to prove himself, to earn her trust and perhaps even her love.
As dawn began to break, Ethan finally allowed himself to drift back into a light sleep, his heart full of hope and desire, with Nadia still wrapped around him, a promise of the connection they could build together.