Chapter 50

Intimate?

“What things?” Ayla asked.

“Give me time. But I want you to know that this is real. I want you, T’xoria, like I never wanted anything else in my entire life.”

Ayla bit her lip. “Not even your soulmate?”

Rhobart inhaled deeply. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

“If you are still mourning her death, I understand.”

“She is not dead.”

Ayla blinked. “When you said you lost because of the war, I assumed... If she is not dead, then where is she?”

He closed his eyes. “Please, Ayla! Don’t ruin this.” His voice cracked.

“I am sorry, Rhobart! I will stop asking about her.” Ayla bit her lower lip. “But I am curious about something else.”

He opened his eyes. “Sometimes, your curiosity scares me.” He sighed. “What is it this time?”

She bit her lip and blushed. “Earlier, while you were on top of me, I felt something hard in your trousers—”

He laughed. Hard.

“So Daya was right. You are curious about my—” Rhobart started saying, but Ayla put her hand against his mouth, silencing