After Antonio said this, I blinked, and he kissed me.  I could have stopped him, but I realized he was right.  The cold I’d been feeling had nothing to do with the snow outside, but with Nathan’s lack of interest.  I’d become nothing to him, a trial wife, a barely legal fling he could ignore in bed, avoid during the day.  Yet a comfort of sorts, I’m sure.  Still feeling Antonio’s pull, the way he bit my lower lip, I knew I was already gone. 

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