“I finally have you all to myself, princesa,” Xavier breathed out in a husky voice as he stalked towards Amira with obvious purpose.
Indeed, they were finally alone. Naturally, Amira, now that her husband got out of the hospital, shared a room with him, not Clara.
“You’re still in need of rest, Xavier,” she said softly while blushing to the roots of her hair and taking a few steps back.
“I gotta make love to my beautiful wife,” he countered with a roguish smile.
“Xavier,” she began, and then not finding the courage to say they had to talk, she took some more steps back.
“Amira,” he drawled in much the same hesitant tone as her, “I do hope we have cleared the air between us.”
“We did,” she nodded at him, a smile splitting her face.
“Then, why are you denying me what’s mine?” H
