Page 36 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

But if today worked like yesterday, the worst of heat’s effects would fade as I woke up completely.

“Let’s just get out of here and start our day,” I said against his chest.

“Alright.”

When I pushed him lightly, he took a step back. I slipped out from beneath him, fighting like hell not to look at his gigantic erection while I rinsed shampoo from my hair and slathered it with conditioner.

Liam grabbed some soap and ran his hands over his chest and arms. I tried not the watch—and drool—but mostly failed.

Maybe I should’ve taken him up on the offer.

That had to be heat speaking, though.

“Will you fly with me today?” Liam asked, breaking me out of my filthy thoughts. He must’ve noticed me staring at him and decided not to comment on it.

“Um… I guess. You could fly me to the surf lesson.”

He nodded. “We can grab breakfast afterward, unless you have plans with your friends. The spellbooks should be delivered by the time we’re done eating.”

“Sounds good.”

We finished showering pretty quickly, and I wrapped a towel around myself before I dried my hair with an extra one. Liam returned to the room with a pair of massive clothing bags as I stepped out of the bathroom.

He leaned against the doorway, his towel tied around his waist. The man was so attractive, it should’ve been a crime. It took everything I had to look away after I snagged the bags from him.

“Thanks for the clothes.”

“We can return whatever doesn’t fit. If you don’t like any of it, I’ll send for a new batch.”

“I’m not that picky.”

“You can be. I’ll buy you whatever you want. Your friends were right, I can afford it. My mate isn’t wearing second-hand clothes.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that serious.”

“It makes a statement. I’ve hired the best security our world can offer, so making sure you have something decent to wear is a necessity. Otherwise it looks like I care more about my resort than I do about my mate.”

I opened the bag and peered inside. “I didn’t realize you were that particular about your image.”

“I’m not. Bailey is in charge of that shit.”

“So Bailey is the one who sent someone out after these clothes.”

There was a beat of silence.

I’d nailed the truth on the head.

“I paid for them,” Liam finally said.

I bit back a snort. “Well, thanks.”

He didn’t say anything.

I organized the clothes by what they were—underwear, swimsuits, coverups, shorts, and tops. All of the coverups were mesh, which was much preferred while heat was going on.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me try clothes on?” I asked, shooting him a dirty look over my shoulder.

He met my gaze without a shred of embarrassment. “Can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.”

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