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“I thought I said no touching.”
“I didn’t touch you.”
“Um, I woke up in your arms, Kane.”
“You put yourself there.”
I stare at him. “I did not.”
“You were moving around in your sleep. Then you snuggled against me and stayed there.”
Heat blasts my cheeks. I am a wriggler. I never wake up in the same position I go to sleep in.
“I didn’t mean to cuddle you like that. I’m sorry. But I can’t be held responsible for what happens when I’m asleep.”
“I’m not complaining, Elena.”
He keeps his expression neutral. Indifferent. I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. “Well, you don’t have to worry about it happening again,” I mutter. “I’ll keep my hands to myself in future.”
I lift the covers and start to climb out of the bed. He grabs my wrist, stopping me from fleeing.
“What if I don’t want that?”
My heart starts to pound. I have no idea how to answer that. “I… I need to pee.”
I let those mortifying words spill from my mouth. He releases his hold on me and I make my escape, trying not to die from embarrassment.
As soon as the door is shut, I slide the lock in place and sag against the wood. What is wrong with me? I need to pee? I could have said literally anything else.
I quickly do my business before I move to the mirror over the sink and frown at what I see. My makeup is smudged under my eyes, making me look like a fucking raccoon. I glance around and find my toiletries bag on the counter. After washing my hands, I grab the bag and empty it out. I find what I need to remove my makeup and clean my face before I brush my teeth. I want to stay in the bathroom forever, but I won’t hide out like I’m afraid of him. I’m supposed to get close. Make him trust me. Find out his secrets, yet I can’t even be in the same room as him.
My father would smack me around the head if he could see how I’m acting.
I calm myself, then I step out into the room, pulling my tee down. It’s pointless. My bum is definitely hanging out of the bottom of it.
Kane is sitting on the edge of the bed, rumpled from sleep. He looks adorable. How does a man like him look fucking adorable? His hair is mussed, his eyes soft. He takes me in with a lingering look that makes between my legs throb of its own volition. I need my vagina to behave itself. This man is completely off limits. Husband or not.
“Come here,” he orders.
He’s half naked, as am I. His command seems dangerous.
“Why?” My voice is laced with suspicion.
Frustration contorts his face.
“Are you always going to be so difficult?”
“No. Why do you want me to come to you?”
“I want to give my wife a kiss.”
My body jolts. Is he serious? He wants to kiss me? “Why?”
“Is that so odd to think, Elena, that I might actually want this marriage to work?”
“You do?”
“Well, I’d prefer us to find some kind of peace together than constantly snarking at each other, wouldn’t you?”
