The house was quiet when they got home.
Andrew went straight to the study to review his notes for the midnight prayer meeting. Skyler stood in the bedroom for a long time, staring at the closed door, the memory of Maddox’s hand between her legs still burning under her skin. She could still feel the exact pressure of his fingers rubbing her c**t through her dress. She could still hear the low, filthy promise in his voice.
I’m going to ruin you for him.
Guilt sat heavy in her stomach. She had let another man touch her. She had soaked her panties in the church kitchen while her husband stood only rooms away. She should have been on her knees asking forgiveness. Instead she was wet all over again just from remembering it.
She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser—the one Andrew never loo
