“Bad? What do you mean? You didn’t enjoy it?”

“I’m still mad at you,” she scolds, giving my chest a light punch.

“So it was bad because we made love while you were still angry with me?”

“Exactly! I wanted to resist, but you’re just so damn persistent. What were you talking about?”

“Nothing,” I murmur with relief. “Come here, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Come on… I promise I won’t touch you. At least not for a couple of hours,” I add under my ...