HERA’s POV

After checking the kids, Achilles and I went inside our room. “You take a shower first,” he told me when he closed the door.

My left brow arched, and I let out a sly smirk on my lips. “Why don’t we shower together?” I teased. It’s not that I want to—well, sort of.

I saw how Achilles’s forehead creased, and suddenly he let out a snide on his lips. “Don’t invite me like that, baby. You don’t have any idea how much I wanted to touch—”

“Then touch me, Achilles. Touch me,” I said as I pressed myself into him. Since he came back, we never reached that...