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?

her eyes and saw Lyman holding a hair dryer, a teasing glint in his

he asked, half-smiling. "Your hair's soaking wet. If you go to bed like this, you'll catch

up her cheeks. So she'd let

She'd really thought...

laughed awkwardly and reached out.

hide her embarrassment, she extended her hand

just out of reach. "I've got this. Husbands are supposed to dry their

protest, but Lyman already had the machine humming, choosing the medium setting instead of blasting it

he said, glancing at her. "We won't wake

murmured a

close the door earlier to keep the

cautious not to tug too

relaxed, lulled by the warm air and his careful touch, feeling so safe and

of the

had already set the dryer aside. Now he was

react, Lyman leaned in and murmured, "Your turn's over. Now it's

heartbeat, his lips claiming hers, stealing the

his arms, soft

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