I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace envelop me. "I never knew love could feel like this," I murmured, my voice filled with contentment.
"Me neither," he replied, his fingers gently playing with my hair. "But I wouldn't trade i...
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Amelia Harrington
I had been drifting in and out of peaceful sleep, completely relaxed in the warmth of my bed—except something felt different. My pillow was unusually... soft and warm. I leaned further into it, enjoying the comfort, when I suddenly noticed it moving beneath me. Wait a minute, my mind jolted awake. Since when do pillows move?
My eyes fluttered open, and my heart skipped a beat. Tyler was lying beside me, sound asleep. His strong arms were wrapped around my waist, and our legs were tangled together. His face was only inches from mine, his slow, steady breathing gently brushing against my cheek. How did I end up here? Why am I not in my room?
I tried to move without waking him, but it was nearly impossible to untangle myself without disturbing him. The realization of how close we were made my breath hitch, and I felt my heart racing. He looked so peaceful, his dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, his hair tousled and falling slightly over his forehead. A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips. As much as I wanted to get up, part of me didn't want to move. There was something about being in his arms that felt... safe.
My hand instinctively reached up, wanting to brush away the strands of hair that had fallen across his forehead. But just as my fingers were about to touch him, his hand shot up and grabbed my wrist, his grip gentle but firm.
My eyes widened in shock.
"Taking advantage of a sleeping man, are we?" he teased, his voice low and husky from sleep. The sound sent a shiver down my spine.
I quickly looked down, biting my lower lip, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Why does he always do this? He had this infuriating ability to tease me at the most unexpected moments, leaving me flustered and speechless.
"If you wanted to touch me, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask," he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek. The playful smirk that I could practically hear in his voice made my stomach flutter with nervous energy.
I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, but I still didn't dare look up at him. My eyes remained fixed on the blankets as if they held the answer to escape this situation. But when I finally gathered the courage to glance up, I found his face dangerously close to mine, our noses almost touching. His dark, intense eyes locked onto mine, and my breath caught in my throat.
"You thought I'd let you off so easily after the little stunt you pulled in the library?" His voice was a low rumble, full of playful warning. The library? I felt my pulse quicken, realizing he hadn't forgotten about that.
I bit my lip again, trying to suppress the blush that was creeping across my face. His gaze immediately dropped to my lips, and his smirk deepened. "Keep doing that, and I might have to punish you," he murmured, his voice full of heat.
I let go of my lip immediately, knowing he wasn't one to make empty threats. He chuckled softly, and the sound of his laugh made my heart flutter. Before I could make another move, he surprised me by pulling me even closer, and I suddenly found myself lying on top of him.
