“You’ll have your own room for sleeping,” he says, his voice deep. “But obviously, we will be sharing a bedroom for other purposes. It can happen when you’re ready, but do keep the deadline in mind.” He steps forward and his tone softens. “But I can assure you, Kylie, no matter what games we play, your comfort will come first. Always.”
Games. My stomach twists.
“What… what kind of games?”
His lips curl into the faintest smirk. “You’ll see when you’re ready.”
The words should unsettle me, but there’s something steady about the way he says them. Something firm.
His soft words pull me out of my spiraling thoughts. He means it. I can see the sincerity in those handsome blue eyes.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Our gazes meet, and something passes between us.