Page 69 of The Match Faker

Bed.

It hit me again that I was about to share a bed with Liam: the man that millions of people around the world fantasised about.

If you’d asked me a week ago if I’d consider it, I would’ve shivered with disgust.

And only minutes ago I’d said I wouldn’t touch him if he was the last man on earth.

So why was my body now tingling with anticipation?

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Liam

Iwas in deep shit.

Suggesting that Mia share my bed was a mistake. But what could I do? I couldn’t let her sleep in the room when she was so afraid.

Mum had the same phobia. Once she’d climbed on the dining table and almost broken it because there was a spider on the floor. Just because insects didn’t bother me, that didn’t mean I thought Mia’s fear wasn’t real.

Sleeping on that sofa was a punishment I’d only inflict on my worst enemy. Although there was tension between us, I didn’t hate her.

I should. And for years I’d told myself that I did. Even right up to a couple of weeks ago I’d wanted to believe I still hated Mia. But the more time we spent together, the more it felt like no time had passed. It was starting to feel like the days when things were good between us all over again.

And that was exactly why I had to leave the room.

When Mia said she was naked under that duvet, I started getting hard. It was like I was a damn teenager.

There was no way I could stand in front of her with a boner, so I bolted. I needed a few minutes to sort myself out. But a few minutes had already passed and the situation still wasn’t under control.

Even though it was only her smooth shoulders that were exposed, she still looked so damn sexy. Maybe it was because I knew that with just one tug of that duvet she’d be naked.

This was bad.

Very, very bad.

I strode over to my wardrobe and took out some boxers. Shit. All of them were fitted. I couldn’t hide a hard-on in these.

‘Can I come in?’ Mia knocked the door.

‘One sec.’ I grabbed a pair of boxers, quickly put them on underneath my towel, then slid under the duvet. ‘Come in.’

Mia stepped inside looking like a fucking goddess. My dick jerked again. At least I was under the covers. I’d promised I’d be on my best behaviour and I needed to honour that. Mia had already made it clear that she wasn’t interested, so I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.

What I’d said was true, though. I was exhausted. So even if she was interested (dream on), I wouldn’t seduce her. After all these years, if anything was to ever happen, I need to make it a night she wouldn’t forget.

If Mia ever gave me the chance, I’d give it to her so good that every man that came after me would be a disappointment.

But why the hell was I even thinking about this?

‘Do you have something I can wear?’ she said, avoiding eye contact.

‘Shit, sorry.’ I dragged my mind out of the gutter. ‘I was supposed to get you something. Just take anything.’ I pointed to the wardrobe.

‘Okay.’ She walked over, tightening the duvet around her. What a damn shame. ‘Where do you keep your T-shirts?’

‘Top rail, on the right.’

Mia walked over and reached up, clutching the duvet with one hand and rifling through the T-shirts with the other.

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