Amira and Xavier looked at one another challengingly, longingly before he broke the tense atmosphere with a few words she hadn’t expected.
“You were a virgin,” he accused in an irritated tone, and she could only raise an eyebrow demandingly at him, wondering how that could be a considered a fault.
“So?” She bit out with more venom than she intended.
“I don’t understand. You are twenty-eight,” he breathed out, raking his hand through his hair.
She shrugged. “I’m Muslim,” she told him matter-of-factly. “What happened between us last week was a mistake. One I don’t intend to do again.”
His eyes turned hard at that. “If you won’t be my lover, marry me,” he all but commanded. “I want you in my bed, pleading for me, every night. I won’t take no for an answer.”
And a startled gasp le
