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Except, this time, she didn’t lie next to me.
No, she tucked her leg over mine, settled her face against my side, and hugged her arm over my stomach.
As I stared at the ceiling, I wondered how the fuck this had happened.
But before I had an answer, I was asleep myself—the warmest and most comfortable I’d ever been in my whole godforsaken life.
14
MARYCAT
TEMPTATION - HEAVEN 17
I wokeup with one of my legs over Digger’s lap, my knee nudging his morning wood.
Was I embarrassed?
A little.
Did I react like my knee was touching hot, molten lava?
Yes.
I was more embarrassed about behaving like a frightened virgin than the morning wood or the precarious position, though. Because, naturally, a man with his background and his temperament reacted to myoverreaction—he jolted and sat upright.
“What is it? What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I told him, my voice low and husky from sleep.
He slowly sank back down. “Nothing? Then why did you jump?” he questioned, his voice still thick and raspy.
I shook my head and tried to back away from my embarrassing response to our proximity with a yawn. “I just woke up with a fright.”
Bullshit if I ever heard it, but he seemed to buy it because his eyes drifted closed again and he seemed to snooze, which gave me some space to climb off the bed and to stand, ironically, where he’d been sleeping when I woke up last night to use the bathroom.
They said chivalry was dead, but Digger proved otherwise.
He’d looked so miserably uncomfortable as well ascoldthat I’d had to join him, hoping to help him get warm. The next thing I knew, he was tucking me into bed while expecting to sleep on the floor again.
I wasn’t about to allow that.
Of course, that had led to my predicament—the whole knee nudging his erection thing.
Biting my lip and shoving the thought of his erection aside, I headed into the bathroom to shower.
It was impossible to believe that I’d be getting married in clothes that I’d worn three days on the run, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
I’d take my dirty clothes over a wedding dress that cost five thousand any day of the damn week if my groom was Digger.
I pulled a face at the thought and scrubbed myself harder to make up for the grimy outfit.
Once I was dressed, I headed into the room and found Digger working his arm on the bed.
Slowly, he moved it around and around, stretching it and trying to ease it, but from his grimace, I didn’t think he achieved all that much.
“Let me put some Deep Heat on it.”
He cast me a look. “After I shower if you don’t mind?”
