Stella lay still, heart pounding as she tried to piece together the events that had led her here. Her body was draped in the soft morning light, her skin tingling in the cool air as she registered Seiji lying beside her. The sheets were tangled around them, his arm resting loosely on her waist. Her mind reeled, and a wave of guilt mixed with disbelief washed over her as she stared at the ceiling, trying to understand how things had gone so far.
The ache between her thighs was undeniable, a reminder of what had happened, and the warmth lingering within her left no room for doubt. She bit her lip, feeling both confusion and shame. Her husband had only been with her twice since their marriage, so how was it that Seiji's touch had left her feeling so… captivated?