One Temptation

Lie To Me (Chapter 82)

Chapter 82 guys!!!

Prepare yourself for this one...

It is every single emotion you can think of all in one chapter.

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Madison's POV

⚠️MATUE CONTENT AHEAD⚠️

My boyfriend's chest is apparently the most comfortable pillow on earth, which is deeply rude because now I'll never enjoy a normal pillow again.

I realise this the moment I start waking up. His arms are around me, heavy and warm, his breath brushing the top of my head.

I keep my eyes closed, pretending I'm still asleep, because if I move, he might move, and if he moves, this perfect, stupid little bubble might break.

My cheek is pressed directly over his heartbeat. Slow. Steady. A quiet drum like it's playing just for me.

No one warned me that real love feels like finally exhaling after holding your breath for years. Or that it feels like waking up inside a book I thought I'd never get to live in. The kind where the author keeps describing sunlight and eyelashes and fingertips brushing skin.

My fingertips brush his skin too—just lightly across the edge of the blanket where it's pooled at our waists.

The rest of yesterday had been spent outside, under the sun with everyone else. The heat was unbearable, but nothing like the heat burning inside me.

I want to roll over and hide my face, but then I'd have to move. And moving means accepting that morning is here, and morning means this trip is almost over.

One more day before home. One more day before we stop pretending we live inside this tiny world of ours.

So I stay still and breathe him in.

And then he speaks, voice thick with sleep and tiredness.

"I know you're awake," he murmurs. Of course he knows.

I don't open my eyes. "No. You're dreaming. I don't wake up before ten."

He hums, and the vibration moves right through my cheek. "Weird dream," he says. "You're drooling in it."

My eyes snap open. "I hate you."

He laughs under his breath, a slow smile spreading across his lips "Mm. Morning to you too."

I lift my head just enough to glare at him. "I was not drooling."

"You were absolutely drooling." His mouth quirks, lazy and smug.

"Do you even hear yourself?" I mutter.

"Yes," he says, still smiling, "and I stand by it."

God. He's insufferable. And warm. And perfect. And mine.

He's all soft edges this morning, his hair a mess, eyes still half-lidded. He looks like he belonged here long before I crawled into his arms last night.

I feel myself smile.

He sees it immediately. He tilts his head and studies my face like I'm a puzzle he enjoys solving. "What's that look for?"