Her pout deepened again, her voice carrying that fragile edge of hurt. "I thought you chose your wife over me"
Blaise froze for a while, his eyes locked on hers. "What?" His tone was sharp, but his hand softened as it came up to cup her cheek. He tilted her face up so she couldn't look away. "No, Lyra. Don't say that. Don't even think it"
She pressed her lips together, trying to hold her ground, but her eyes glistened as though she wanted to cry.
"I would never choose her over you" he said firmly, his thumb brushing her cheekbone, his gaze didn't move from her face. "You're the one I want. You're the one I've always wanted"
Her chest rose and fell with shaky breaths, her lips parting to argue again, but he didn't give her the chance. His mouth crashed against hers, like he was trying to erase every doubt she had. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her close until her nightgown was squeezed beneath his grip.
