Page 63 of Enchanting the CEO

"Oops, yep. I promise I will. The last thing we need is to tumble down the stairs."

I walked slowly, and she kept her promise...until we were in my bedroom.

My cock clenched in my pants. "Diane, fuck."

"Oops. I know I was supposed to behave, but you smell so delicious."

"Really? Because I had a long-ass day and spent the last few hours doing physical labor."

"Oh my God," she said as I lowered her onto the bed. "You have to sleep."

"I'm going to take care of you first."

"You don't have to do that. You can’t even do much.”

"I have one of those powders that are supposed to help the immune system when you have a cold," I told her. "Want me to make you one?"

"Sure."

I kissed her forehead. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

I massaged the back of my neck on the way to the kitchen, noticing how tense I was. I couldn’t believe Diane had been on her own all day. But I was home now, and I was going to look after her.

I mixed the powder with boiling water, then added some cold water in it, too, so she could drink it right away.

When I came back to the bedroom, she was asleep, so I put it on her side of the nightstand. If she woke up and was thirsty, she’d drink it. Although it tasted like shit when it was cold. Not that being hot made it much better.

I slid into bed on the other side.

Diane immediately turned onto her side and scooted closer to me, putting her head on my chest. "Mm, that's better," she murmured, clearly still asleep.

I smiled, kissing the top of her head. If she wanted to use me as a pillow, I had nothing against it.

Chapter Seventeen

Diane

I felt terrible. My head was pounding, and my body felt weak and stiff at the same time. At least I hadn't sweated through my nightgown again.

I shifted on the bed. Wait a second. What the hell kind of pillow do I have? It wasn't soft and fluffy; it was hard.

I opened one eye. It wasn’t a pillow. I opened the other one too. No, this was for sure no pillow. It was a defined male chest.

I lifted my head abruptly, which turned out to be a big mistake. My eyes watered, but I still saw Gabe clearly, sleeping in my bed.

No, hang on. This isn't my room.

I was in his bed.

After a split second of panic, last night's memories rushed in. I'd been sick as a dog in my room, and he'd carried me here and even tried to give me medicine, but I couldn't remember drinking it.

I turned onto my other side, looking at the nightstand. There was a glass. It was only half full. Maybe I'd drunk it in the night and couldn't remember.

My phone was right next to the glass. It was seven o’clock. I slid back under the covers, curling onto one side and putting my head on the pillow this time. But I couldn't find a position I liked. I molded it into a shape I thought would be better, but still, I hated it. No, I had to go back and use Gabe's chest as a pillow.

Carefully placing my head on his skin so I didn't wake him up, I drew in a deep breath. I felt so good here. I couldn't explain it, but I was completely at peace.

I dozed off and only came to myself sometime later. I felt a light touch down my back. Gabe's chest was moving up and down quicker. Even in my hazy, sleepy state, I realized he was probably awake. I moved my head slowly, placing my hand between my chin and his chest. His eyes were wide open.

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