His words were spoken calmly though he was a raging inferno of emotion on the inside. Only Raina could do this to him, pull these kind of feelings from him. He was good at his job because he was a born killer. He enjoyed the hunt. But with Raina, he wanted to be a better person.
Finally, after several long minutes of motionless stand-off she said, "Okay, but you stay on your side of the bed. If any part of you touches any part of me it’s getting bitten off."
He had to fight the unexpected urge to chuckle. He could definitely picture Raina taking a chunk out of his skin if he accidentally rolled over against her.
He stepped to the side and waved her toward the bed. She cautiously sidled past him and then slid beneath the sheets, settling her head on her pillow. Mateo decided to keep his pants on for now. He didn't want to frighten her again.
He slid into the bed beside her and pulled the blanket over top of them. She hissed in anger and wiggled further away from him before closing her eyes and tucking her hands in the prayer position underneath her head.
Mateo reached over and turned the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. He didn't think he would sleep, so he lay staring at nothing and thinking about the future weeks and the problems they would hold now that he'd made an enemy out of his wife.
He thought that Raina had drifted to sleep, her breathing having evened out. But then her voice penetrated the darkness as she said so quietly he almost didn't hear, "I was a virgin."