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Afterward, they stood in front of each other, her in a bra and panties and him wearing a pair of dark blue boxer briefs.
“I’ll go,” she motioned to her mouth, “get this situation…situated.”
When she was done, she found him sitting on the bed wearing the shorts she’d borrowed.
He motioned for her to come to him.
She’d been expecting him to take off her bra and then, with a breast in his mouth, slide off her panties. Instead, he draped his shirt over her shoulders, buttoned it up to the second to last button, and dragged her into bed, laying her on top of him.
“We did a stupid thing,” she whispered.
He stroked her back. “Drunk people do stupid things sometimes. The bonus is that we probably won’t remember any of this in the morning. Because at no point did we sober up and marry each other for real…right?”
“Right.” She nodded. “At no point did we do that.”
ChapterThree
Raina woke up to the rise and fall of Lucas’ chest, one of his arms draped around her, and the side of her face pressed against his bare skin. With the way she was positioned, he couldn’t see her face, so she pretended to be asleep to take advantage of these quiet moments in his arms.
He felt good.
Smelled amazing.
At one point, he even pulled her closer and made a low noise, a sort of moaning grunt, as he held her against his body.
This man was Hades incarnate, but it wasn’t until she woke up in his arms, in her hotel suite, to him stroking her hair,that she finally admitted to herself that she secretly aspired to be his Persephone.
“I know you’re awake,” he said, his voice rumbling against her eardrum. “I can feel the change in your breathing.”
She eased up off his chest and stretched, her arms rising above her head. “Saraci, what are you doing in my bed?”
“Saying good morning.”
It was the softest she’d ever seen him, his brows relaxed and the tight lines in his face smoother than silk. This man, as prickly as he could be, was the most handsome devil she’d ever had the pleasure of lying next to.
She yawned, using the back of her hand to cover her mouth until something cool grazed her lip. Something cool and metal on her left hand, on the finger next to her pinky.
“Saraci, please tell me we didn’t.”
A silver and rose-gold ring hugged her finger, simple but elegant with a clear-cut teardrop gemstone.
He raised his left hand, and on his fourth finger sat a silver band with what appeared to be a rose-gold interior, the details on his ring a perfect match to hers.
“We got married,” he said, with none of the panic or anger she would have expected, considering he’d drunk-marriedher,of all people. “You don’t remember?”
She clutched at her chest. “We got…what?”
“We were both drinking. Honestly, I don’t remember much either.” He set his hand on her hip. “But don’t worry. It’s okay. We’ll get it annulled.”
“Are you sure?”
He craned his neck to see her better. “Do you want to stay married to me?”
Yes.
I do.
Very much.
