The words were already out. Even if Suzy wanted to take them back, it was too late.
She watched him closely, searching his face for any hint of his reaction, trying to read what he was thinking.
But he stood there like a statue, rooted to the spot.
Clearly, her bold confession had stunned him.
Strangely, Suzy felt far calmer than she had expected.
She pushed herself up again and moved closer, her cool, pale fingers gently resting against his broad back.
"What kind of reaction is that?" she asked softly.
Beneath her palm, every muscle in his body was drawn tight.
At that moment, a series of unmistakably intimate sounds drifted through the wall from the next room.
Suzy's hand paused.
The timing was almost uncanny, as if it were echoing the words she had just said.
She wondered what Thomas was feeling now, and heat crept into her cheeks.
He didn't respond.
Their room fell into a heavy silence, broken only now and then by the muffled sounds from next door.
