THE BOSS I HATED TO LOVE
The night was silent, wrapped only in the subtle sound of the air conditioner and Thor’s steady breathing. Celina, nestled in his arms, felt the warmth of his body envelop her like a blanket. They were sleeping spooned together, and she felt protected there, perfectly tucked into his arms. But something unexpected began to bother her. An uncontrollable, persistent craving suddenly made her eyes open wide.
“I need something sweet.”
The thought came like an urgent whisper.
Carefully, she moved Thor’s hands from around her waist, shifting delicately not to wake him. He mumbled softly but didn’t wake up. Celina got up, slipped on her slippers, and picked up her phone from the nightstand: 3:00 a.