Page 65 of The Broken Elf King
I turned and looked over my shoulder at him. “Yeah, I won’t sleep in my gown.” I laughed.
His eyes narrowed and his lips pursed into a thin line as I turned back away from him and opened my wardrobe. My nightgowns were folded at the bottom so I bent forward,slowly, and grabbed one.
A strangled moan came from behind me and I grinned, pulling the gown out and slipping it over my head.
Gotcha.
“I know what you’re doing,” Raife said accusatorily.
I spun, making my way back to the bed. “I don’t know what you mean.” I shrugged innocently, pulling the hem of my short nightgown.
His eyes thinned to slits. He reached down to the hem of his crisp sleep tunic and pulled it up over his head in one swift move.
Sweet Maker.
I stood there, stunned into silence as he pulled the drawstring of his trousers.
My throat went dry and I had to actively force myself to drag my eyes away from him and keep walking over to the bed. He was trying to play my own game, to seduce me into making a move on him just so he could reject me like before.
Well, screw that.
I slipped into bed, with a grumpy huff, and threw the covers over my face.
Married life sucks.
