As if struck by lightning, Zylan abruptly pulled away. Naomi stared at him, shocked, her heart racing. His hands ran through his hair in frustration, a motion that seemed almost desperate. Naomi blinked, unsure of what had just happened. She had barely processed the overwhelming sensations from before when, without warning, he scooped her up effortlessly. His arms were strong, but the way he placed her in the tub was almost delicate, as though he feared breaking something fragile.
His movements were swift yet careful, as if he were trying to avoid any further temptation. She couldn't help but watch him, her mind reeling. She had been so close—so close to giving in to everything he was offering. And yet, just like that, he pulled away, and she was left in the wake of his sudden decision.
