She stumbled into his arms, the familiar scent of his body haunting her, both comforting and unsettling. The embrace was one she had longed for—more secure than anything she had felt in three years. For a moment, dizziness took over.
But in the next moment, she snapped out of the illusion and struggled to push him away.
"What... what are you doing?" she stammered.
His hands encircled her waist, pressing her tightly against him. He lowered his head to nip at her earlobe.
"What do you think?" he whispered.
Their posture was already ambiguous. His voice was filled with temptation, sending tremors through her. She raised her elbow to push him away, but he easily restrained her.
Panic started to rise. "Let go of me! Nola is still here. What if she comes out of the bedroom and sees us? Bruno!"
