Page 72 of The Proposal Pact
“Mind keeping your legs to yourself?” He pushes away my leg with his. “I don’t sleep in pants, Sophie.”
“What do you sleep in then?”
“Nothing.”
It takes a second for the word to register and then I shriek, “Nothing?” My body finally turning around to face his as my hand flies out toward his upper thigh without a single conscious thought to see if he’s serious. But in my shock, I over-swing and my palm lands hard, right on the bullseye—also known as Clover’s penis!
Semi-hard penis. Semi-hard, large penis.
Theè mou…
“Agh,” he grunts, trying to shield away from my punch, and Iretreat my hand quickly.
Cloth. There’s cloth there.And so much more…
“What the fuck, Sophie?”
I clutch my panting chest. “I needed to make sure what ‘nothing’ meant!”
“Jesus Christ.” He sighs. “I wouldn’t sleep completely naked!”
“Yeah, okay. I knew that,” I tell him, settling back into my spot, but the question is burning inside my head. After a few beats I can’t hold it in anymore. “Wait, so like ever?”
“Like ever, what?”
“Sleep naked.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans. “We’re back to that?”
“Well, I need to know these things.”
“Need or want?”
“You need to get used to this, Clover. We need to seem coupley.”
“Coupley?”
“Yep.”
“And how’s knowing if I ever sleep naked is going to help that?”
I turn around, finding him lying on his back, eyes closed. He asked me something, but my train of thought left as soon as my gaze fell on his bare chest.
Bare, beautiful, and powerful, with some hair dusted around, chest.
Oh God…I haven’t seen him without a shirt before, and logically, I knew he was built well, but I never expected this! Not this level of defined, impeccable body. Add in the tattoos…oh God!
“So?” Clover prods, and I shake my head, glad he didn’t catch me ogling him.
I swallow hard. “It’s all part of the package. We also need to be all affectionate. Hugs! We need to hug and hold hands. Oh, and kisses.”
“Kisses?” His eyes fly open and swing over to me.
“Yeah, you know the thing couples do, especially newlyweds in love.”
“And how many times do we have to do it?” His brow furrows.
“Wow, don’t you sound excited to kiss your wife.”
