Chapter 71

• Mey's POV
• I dropped my yoga mat on the floor as soon as I walked in. Amelia’s idea of relaxation was torture, but she insisted it would help me “center myself.” Whatever that meant.
• I went upstairs believing a hot shower would bring me peace. Exhaustion blanketed my brain, all I wanted was a distraction. I noticed my phone on the nightstand, buzzing with notifications I didn’t want to check yet. My husband had just stepped out of the shower, handsome as ever. His towel hung lowly over his torso, revealing that V-line I wanted to lick so badly.