Page 46 of From Best Friend to Bride
He was reclined on the bed, shirtless, with the covers pooled around his hips. He looked up from his phone. “What?”
“Did you raid my bedroom?”
“Your bedroom?” He snorted. “Since when was it your bedroom?”
“Please, nobody else has slept in that room for at least fifteen years,” I said around the toothbrush. “Hold on.”
I rushed back in, spat into the sink, and quickly finished washing up before going back into the bedroom.
“Yes, I got them from your room,” Fred said, putting his phone on the bedside table. “Are you aware you have a miniature wardrobe in there? Why are so many of your belongings in my house?”
I got into the bed next to him and paused. “I don’t actually know. I think it just kind of happened. Aunt Vi told me to leave some essentials.”
“Delilah, those are not essentials. You’re stocked for a full weekend stay and then some.”
“Huh. Does that mean I have some skincare here, too? It’s a bit dry around my nostrils.” I poked at the crease of them and frowned at the slight roughness there. “I could really use some moisturiser.”
He turned off the bedside lamp and lay down, shaking his head slowly. “Goodnight, Deli.”
“Wait, is there some?”
“Lie down and go to sleep.”
With a huff, I shuffled down the bed until my head was on the pillow. “I wish you’d told me this twenty minutes ago.”
“Go to sleep,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me roll over and cuddle you.”
I shuddered, scooting closer towards the edge of the bed. “Don’t you dare.”
“Shut up and sleep, then.”
A yawn forced its way up, and I let my eyes close as I let it go. “Night, night, sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
A tired, breathy chuckle danced through the darkness towards me. “Night, Deli.”
“Get off me.”
I groaned. Sleep was still heavily clinging to me, and I shuffled into the warmth, burying my face into smooth, hot skin.
Wait.
Smooth, hot skin?
I forced one eye open, only to see the pale, taut skin of Fred’s toned back.
Oh, no.
I’d done it again.
“Get. Off.”
“Oops,” I muttered, untangling my legs from his as I released his body. “Sorry.”
“How could I have forgotten about that pesky habit?” He was finally free, and he shoved me across the bed.
I let loose a tiny whine, but it didn’t stop him manhandling me to the other side of the bed.
“If we have to share a bed regularly when we’re married, I’m going to put up a barrier. That, or I’m going to have to chain you to the damn posts.”
