"Are you full?" he asked in a low and sexy voice.

They were so close that Raegan could feel his warm breath on her ear which made her somehow out of breath.

“Yeah I'm stuffed." she replied, stumbling over her words.

“Really? But I'm not full yet."

Feeling her ears heat up, Raegan looked away and retorted, “Eat some fruits then."

“I want you to feed me," Mitchel plainly said.

“can't you do it yourself?"

“I'm injured, remember?" Mitchel responded without missing a beat.

Raegan glanced at his slender hands. They seemed pretty agile last night...

Furthermore, Mitchel had her begging for mercy in the bed, and he seemed anything but injured.

Seeing her gaze, Mitchel cheekily poked her with his finger.

"I was really worn out Last night. Could you please feed me? If you liked what happened last night, I promise to do my best next time.

Raegan's ears turned as red as a tomato. How could he say something like that with a straight face?

"Stop it!" She picked up a grape from the plate and popped it into his mouth.

Seemingly pleased by her reaction, Mitchel leaned in and whispered, "You didn't say 'stop' last night, though..."

Raegan felt her heart pounding faster and faster. She managed to gather her composure and said, "Mitchel, let's not forget we're about to divorce..."

Before she could even finish her sentence, Mitchel pressed his lips against hers and said in a serious tone, "I've changed my mind. I don't want a divorce."

Raegan's eyes widened in disbelief. For a second, she wondered if there was something wrong with her ears.

“What did you say?"

"I think I've become addicted to you."