Zylan was still stunned by her earlier boldness. He hadn't expected Naomi, of all people, to say those words. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to process what had just happened. As he continued carrying her, still caught off guard by her sudden courage, he gently pulled back a little, his eyes scanning her face. He needed to see her more clearly—was she drunk, or had she taken something she shouldn't?
"Are you...?" he asked softly, only if she knew how those words damn… this wife of his could effortlessly turn him on. Damn.
Naomi surprised him once more. Her voice was steady, unwavering. "No, I'm not," she replied quickly, though she herself had been surprised by her words. His hands were gentle as he laid down on the bed, her body still resting atop his. It was only then that he realized how close they were, how intimate the moment had become. Without thinking, he pulled her into a tender embrace, his face pressing against the side of her neck.
