Raegan instinctively bit her lip, her cheeks and ears turning red.

She wanted to deny it, but her body betrayed her, confirming her yearning. Shame washed over her like a wave. How could she react to him?

Before Raegan could ponder further, Mitchel pressed his lips against hers, silencing any protest.

“Raegan, trust me. I can make you feel good..." As he spoke, he gently restrained her wrists, guiding them above her head, and trailed his cool lips along her earlobe and all the way down.

Raegan surrendered, her resistance crumbling under his touch. As Mitchel promised, he granted her an experience unlike any other.

At that moment, contentment washed over Raegan. Surprisingly, this experience brought genuine joy, momentarily eclipsing all other concerns. For the first time, she had forgotten to dwell on the complex dynamics between them.

Afterward, Raegan lay spent, unable to muster the strength to move.

It wasn't her exertion but Mitchel's tender care that left her feeling drained yet strangely content.

It felt as though she had been hit by a truck. Her body ached, her strength depleted, and discomfort lingered.

Mitchel and Raegan were drenched in sweat, the air heavy with the lingering scent of passion.

Mitchel enveloped her in a tight embrace, pressing gentle kisses against her skin. He longed to fuse her into his being, to never part from her again.

Raegan was held so close that she could scarcely draw a breath.

Sensing the heat radiating from him, she also felt a subtle tremor coursing through his frame.

"I'm very happy, Raegan," Mitchel said in a trembling voice, his excitement palpable.

Raegan was at a loss for words. Then, she recalled his words and chose to believe them. Mitchel had waited for her faithfully for five years, never straying with another woman.

But what could that prove? Once the rush of passion faded, reality would rear its head, even more complicated than before. She wasn't sure if she was ready to forgive him. She was simply overjoyed by his tactics. And she relished every moment of it.

Regaining a little strength, Raegan tapped his firm arm and said, "I'll go take a shower."

Regret gnawed at her mind. Why did she involve herself with him again? All she wanted was to stay under the cascading water and contemplate her next move.

Mitchel didn't give Raegan the chance to take a shower alone. With a tender touch, he caressed her nose and rasped, “Alright.”

Then, he swept her off her feet and went to the bathroom.