King rolled off Nan and sat up on the side of the bed. This wasn't working anymore. The spark was gone. All he could think about was that infuriating woman in his office today. Laying here with Nan felt like sleeping with his sister.
If what Teela had insinuated was true, he'd done her wrong all these years. She didn't seem frigid today. She seemed warm and willing, at least for a second before she remembered she was mad at him.
He'd like to discover what would happen if he opened himself to her. Would their bodies be in sync?
Nan sat up next to him. "What's wrong?"
King sighed. "Nan, I think we're done."
"Alright. Want to grab a shower together before we go?"
"No, I mean for good."
"You're dumping me while you still carry my scent and juices on you? Just like that?"
King nodded.
"Why? Is it because of your wife? We can be discreet. Nothing has to change."
"I've changed." King found his clothes and headed to the shower.
