No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 92

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 92: You’re Not Him**

Amelia stood under the cascading water, allowing the hot spray to envelop her like a comforting embrace.

The warmth enveloped her chilled skin, and a soft sigh of relief escaped her lips, a sound almost lost in the sound of the water.

Yet, as the heat seeped into her bones, the emotions she had carefully suppressed began to surge back, more intense than before, like a tidal wave crashing over her. The flood of feelings made her head spin, leaving her feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

After reluctantly stepping out of the shower, she slipped into a plush bathrobe, its fabric soft against her skin. She forced herself to pick up the blow dryer, but her mind was already wandering, slipping further away from her grasp.

As she emerged from the bathroom, her body moved almost on instinct, drawn toward the inviting softness of the bed. Without a second thought, she flung herself onto the mattress, feeling the cool sheets against her heated skin.

Her cheek sank into the fluffy pillow, and a familiar, clean scent enveloped her—a scent that was unmistakably Mason’s.

But in that moment, she lacked the strength to contemplate the implications of that realization.

Downstairs, Mason stood still, listening intently as the sound of the shower ceased. He waited, counting the seconds, before finally deciding to ascend the stairs, a mix of curiosity and concern churning in his stomach.

Pushing open the door to his bedroom, he halted in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat.

Amelia lay sprawled across his bed, completely at peace in her slumber.

In that moment, it struck him how utterly she had abandoned all decorum.

Mason approached her slowly, careful not to disturb her, as if she were a delicate creature.

Beneath the warm glow of the bedside lamp, she lay curled on her side, clutching one of his pillows as though it were a lifeline.

Her complexion, usually so fair, now bore a rosy hue, and he couldn’t shake the thought that she might have caught a fever from the relentless rain and biting wind.

After a moment’s consideration, he reached out tentatively, placing his palm against her forehead to gauge her temperature.

The heat radiating from her skin was alarming; it felt as if a fire burned within her.

A cold touch brushed against her forehead, stirring her from her dreams, and a soft, involuntary groan escaped her lips—gentle and sweet, like the mewl of a kitten.

That delicate sound tugged at something deep within Mason, igniting a mix of concern and something else he couldn’t quite name.

His heart raced, and he instinctively tried to withdraw his hand, but before he could pull away, Amelia’s fingers wrapped around his wrist with surprising strength, drawing him closer.

Caught off guard, Mason stumbled forward, losing his balance entirely.

In a moment that felt surreal, Amelia, in her feverish state, found comfort in his presence, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as if he were the only anchor in a storm.

Mason froze, the warmth of her body contrasting sharply with the coolness of the air around them.

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