His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband
His eyes flicked up as he saw me, and although the cold look in his eyes didn't leave, I still held on to a little conviction that if I just pushed a little harder.
“Hey,” I said softly, walking toward him. “I can’t sleep, so I figured I'd spend that time making you feel good."
He exhaled through his nose, sounding more irritated than tired. “Layla, it’s past midnight.”
“I know,” I said, sliding onto the bed, my knees brushing against his leg. “That’s what makes it… fun.”
He frowned. “Fun?”
I smiled, leaning in, pressing my palms on either side of him. “I promise you're gonna like it,” I whispered. "Just relax and..."