Josie frantically pushed Oliver away, only to find him pressing in again. Her heart raced as his bare skin confronted her. Oliver's handsome visage caused a mix of panic and confusion.

"Josie, don't be scared. I won't hurt you," he assured, though his body betrayed him, stubbornly refusing to cooperate.

Blushing fiercely, Josie nudged him with her arm. "Get up, Oliver. If you don't, I swear I'll be mad."

Oliver promptly stood, not wanting to upset her. In that brief moment of eye contact, he moved from the bed to sit on the couch. "Sleep, Josie," he murmured.

Josie lay in bed, the covers up to her chin, while Oliver stretched out on the sofa, now in a T-shirt.

With the lights off and the room at a comfortable temperature, Josie listened to Oliver's steady breathing and finally felt at ease enough to drift off. But when Josie fell asleep, Oliver joined her in bed. It was large enough for the two of them, after all.

enveloping her in his arms,

find Oliver beside her. "How did you end up in

something important. He could only truly sleep

he

a daze. "Let me sleep a little longer." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt

away as the clock on the wall struck nine. If they

just as a knock came at the door. "Josie,

slept in a bit. I'll be down

work if you want. I'll have the

Josie called out before shooting Oliver a glare. "This is all your

awake, Oliver sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze tender and indulgent. He looked so endearing in the

the door behind her, and changed into a fresh set of clothes. "Oliver, you figure your

o'clock, Noel arrived at the office. Sammuel from procurement approached and gave Noel a once-over. They entered Noel's office together. "Sammuel," Noel began, "the factory

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