Accident.

Zeno

I know, for a fact, my cheeks burn bright red, and the blush travels down my neck and probably covers my entire body.

Nero has one track mind, and though it's something I would hate with the men I dated in the past, there's something in this that makes him appear charming.

He's not asking me to sleep with him just because he can. Desire and longing are so evident in his eyes that I think it's infectious.

"I don't think the hospital is the best place for us to, you know, enjoy each other," I mutter the excuse.

Honestly, his offer is rather tempting. Maybe it's the fact that we could get caught or would have to be really quick to escape the possibility. Or perhaps it's that Nero is so unbelievably sexy; I can't believe a man like him had an interest in me and ended up falling in love with me.

My husband chuckles, lets go of me and trudges to the door. I raise an eyebrow as his hand reaches for the door handle, and Nero glances over his shoulder to wink at me. The lock on the