COUGH, COUGH. Unsure if it was the cold from the air conditioner or the chill of his reply, Summer couldn't help but cough a few times.
"Since you only want a physical relationship with me, then..." She trailed off before finishing her thought. "Then after I've satisfied you, please give Gordon back to me."
"That depends on whether you can satisfy me." Yuri Sinclair planted his hands on either side of her and ripped away the blanket covering her body.
Summer looked down at her and the man, both stark naked, and was overcome with shame.
Even if this man was once her husband, to her now, he was just a stranger.
He pinched her chin and leaned in to kiss her chapped lips. She instinctively pressed her lips together, turning away.
He tried to capture her lips again, but her brow just furrowed with even more revulsion.
'Yes, while I'm conscious, I really can't do this.'
