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?

eyes and saw Lyman holding a hair

soaking wet. If you go to bed

moment, Effie just stared at him, heat creeping up her cheeks. So she'd let

She'd really thought...

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

her embarrassment, she extended her hand for the

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

started to protest, but Lyman already had the machine humming, choosing the medium setting instead

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

a

that's why he'd gone to close the door

cautious not to tug too hard, as if he feared

his careful touch, feeling so safe and content she nearly

of the dryer

already set the dryer aside. Now he was staring straight at her, his eyes dark and intense, drawing her in like a

react, Lyman leaned in and murmured,

his lips claiming hers, stealing

into his

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