Elena finally leaned against Nathan’s shoulder, her breathing beginning to steady even though her face was still flushed after their long kiss. Her small hand slowly traced the muscles of Nathan’s abdomen through his shirt, as if seeking comfort.

“Nathan…” Elena’s voice was soft. “I… I’m sorry. I went too far earlier.”

Nathan lowered his gaze, looking at his wife’s face that seemed weighed down with guilt. “Too far?” he repeated, his eyebrow arched.

Elena bit ...