Page 70 of The Bad Wedding Date

rm curled tighter around my body, and she nudged herself around my thighs.

“Fucking hell, Charlotte,” I croaked, my other hand rising to cover my eyes.

Her head lifted suddenly, making me peek through my fingers to see her blinking wildly as she looked down at my chest. “Fraser?”

“Yep.”

“What just happened?”

With a groan, I dropped my hand from my face, unable to stop my small smile from rising. She looked amazing with her hair a little wild and her eyes still sleepy, her cheeks flushed.

“I was trying to wake you from the dead,” I said, my arm still wrapped around her, only it rested around her waist now. “I don’t want you to be late for work.”

“Work,” she whispered, rubbing her forehead before she dropped her hand back to my chest and dared herself to look at me. “We… cuddled?”

“Only for a minute.”

“Was that me?”

“Pretty much.”

“I’m sorry.” Her cheeks flamed brighter. “You were really comfortable to lie on, even if your chest is a little hard.”

Something else was hard, too, and she was making it impossible for me to remain respectful.

“You must work out a lot,” she said, rubbing her hands over my chest with something that felt like reverence.

“Being strong and healthy is important.”

“For your job?”

“For my life. I plan on having a long one.”

Clearly, it was her turn to have dirty thoughts, her eyebrows rising and a small smirk playing on her lips. “Don’t all men.”

“Okay,” I groaned, while she laughed and said more apologies she didn’t mean. As soon as I could, I spun her over until she lay on her back, looking up at me as I brushed her hair back from her face. “Cuddling your bodyguard on your bed is one thing, but making jokes about his length and expecting him to remain gentlemanly is another.”

She blinked once, her smile growing. “I never asked you to be a gentleman, Fraser Scott. All I’ll ever ask is for you to be real with me.”

Fuck.

She had the ability to say all the right things.

“I don’t want to be the kind of guy who uses a bad situation to his advantage to get the girl.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, you have a lot going for you besides being my saviour.”

“Yeah?” I quirked a brow.

“Handsome. Kind. Caring. Protective. Chivalrous.”

“A liar.”

“When a lie is used to serve justice and protect people you don’t even know, I think I can forgive it.”

My thumb brushed through her hair, and I lowered my face, our lips only an inch apart. “What makes you think I have any right to be the one to dish out justice?”

“Someone’s got to do it. Might as well be someone like you who won’t abuse the position.”

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