The morning’s tease interrupted his thoughts all day and now he couldn’t deny how much he wanted to be with Cinder.
“You slept in another room last night,” Cinder said, his lips barely parted from Io’s. “Come with me tonight. Be with me.”
* * * *
The sun was on its way up, heralding in another day. Though his mind continued to nag at him over the whole Ran’imy situation, Cinder found he felt at peace for the first time in weeks. Perhaps because Io was draped over him in a possessively loving way. When Io had stepped into his office an hour or so earlier, he’d seriously considered coming clean about the whole mess. Needless to say, however, once they reached the bedroom there was very little in the way of talking.