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I groaned as the alarm blared through the room. Sighing, I opened my eyes and reached out to stop the six o'clock alarm. It was already bright outside, only that my curtains were tightly closed. Taking off my pajama shirt, I left the room in only my bottoms and headed to the gym.
Keva was up already—if the sounds I heard coming from the kitchen were anything to go by. I wondered if my wife was up as well.
My wife. I remembered her gaze on me last night, as though she had been expecting me to do something—to kiss her, if her gaze on my lips was anything to go by. I wanted to kiss her. Oh, I definitely did. But I wasn't sure if she would agree to that. I'd only kissed her once, and I liked to think of it as a show for Keva and the other maids, even though I was well aware they knew this marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement.
