Chapter 323

Lyman turned his head and found Effie gazing at him, unblinking. Her long lashes fluttered, and her beautiful eyes shimmered like sunlight on water-deep,

luminous, mesmerizing.

A sly smile tugged at Lyman's lips as he walked over and took a seat beside her.

Effie swallowed nervously, clutching at the fabric of her jeans on either side.

Lyman leaned in, shifting closer and closer to her.

Effie forgot to breathe; her heart pounded so fast, it felt like it might leap out of her chest at any moment.

"You" she started.

Lyman didn't answer. He only moved nearer, until the space between them was barely a whisper.

Effie's senses filled with his intoxicating scent-masculine, commanding, yet somehow comforting. Her heart hammered even harder, and she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the kiss she was certain would come.

But the gentle press of his lips never landed.

Instead, the sound of the nightstand drawer sliding open broke the tension, followed by a quiet rustling as he searched for something.

Wait-what?

holding a hair

soaking wet. If you go to bed like this, you'll

creeping up her cheeks.

She'd really thought...

laughed awkwardly and reached out. "Um... let me do

her embarrassment, she

reach. "I've got this. Husbands are supposed

humming, choosing

glancing at her.

murmured a soft

why he'd gone to close the door earlier to keep the noise

hair, cautious not to tug too hard, as if he feared

by the warm air and his careful touch, feeling so safe and content she nearly drifted off

of the dryer

blinked her eyes open and saw Lyman had already set the dryer aside. Now he was staring straight at her, his eyes dark and intense, drawing her

leaned in and murmured,

in a heartbeat, his lips claiming

his

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