Page 102 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

But my body wants him. Hell, I want him.

Who am I to say no?

But it’s too dangerous. There’s too much at stake, not including my son.

The darkness is a welcome distraction, but I can still smell him on the sheets and all around me. He rolls around, the bed shifting as Aurielo tries to make himself comfortable.

“You smell like fucking Christmas,” he mutters grumpily against the pillows as he shuffles around on the mattress.

“Thanks?” I don’t know what to make of his comment.

How the hell do I smell like Christmas?

I used whatever shampoo and conditioner were in the bathroom. However, it wasn’t the same stuff that he used. He’s probably just not used to the scent.

I roll onto my side.

His eyes are wide open, and I inhale a sharp breath. I didn’t expect his intense gaze to stare back at me.

I want to roll around, pretend I didn’t notice his glare in the darkness, but I can’t look away. It’s like a staring contest now where whoever glances away first loses.

And I never lose.

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