Lina's POV
The moment my breathing steadied, reality came crashing back.
I pulled away from Adrian's embrace, my hands pushing against his solid chest—that chest that felt completely *strong* again.
"You've recovered." My voice came out flat. Accusatory. "When were you planning to tell me?"
His gray eyes met mine, guarded now where moments ago they'd been heated with desire. "Lina—"
"Don't." I climbed off his lap, ignoring the way my body protested the loss of contact.I straightened my disheveled clothes. "Don't you dare try to distract me with s*x again."
"I wasn't trying to—"
"Then what was that?" I gestured between us. "You let me believe you were still sick. Still *weak*. When clearly—" My voice cracked. "Clearly you've been fine for God knows how long."
Adria
