REINA

The night was quiet... the kind of stillness that seeps into your bones and presses against your heartbeat.

I must have lost consciousness at some point, because one moment I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car while my aunt drove me to her house because I was just too drunk to handle the wheel, and the next, I was in my bed... our bed. My matrimonial room.

But I wasn’t alone.

Warm hands were on me, they were familiar, heavy, possessive. The scent, the breath, the rhythm of it… all of it felt like that of my husband’s.

My body reacted before my mind could catch...