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“So, you don't mind if I leave on a Sunday night?” Andreas asked as her breathing gradually returned. He gently stroked Vlora's damp back, then tilted his face a little to inhale Vlora's soft scent.

Andreas shouldn't have done that. It turned out that the scent of Vlora's hair was like a historian, eager to remind him of moments of pleasure. He found himself dreaming again of Vlora moving sensually on top of him.

Andreas closed his eyes and tried to push the sensual memory away. As tempting as a second round might be, he didn't want to neglect the energy he needed to restore and the answers he would get later.

“No.”

Vlora's firm and direct answer diverted Andreas' thoughts. Now he was more interested in something else than thinking about a second round.

“I never thought you could be worried or even jealous.”

Vlora's body tensed. Andreas noticed, but a moment later Vlora pulled away to look at him.

“You are my husband, Reas. That makes sense. Where else would you spend your time?”

Andr