Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

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.

close, enveloping her in his arms,

next morning, Josie was bewildered to find Oliver beside her. "How did you end up in my

important. He could only

well in ages," he said, his dark eyes reflecting her flustered

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the clock on the wall struck nine. If they slept any longer, they'd miss

knock came at the door.

bit. I'll be down soon," Josie quickly

you want. I'll

called out before shooting Oliver a glare. "This is

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

into a fresh set of clothes. "Oliver, you figure your own way out. I'm heading downstairs for breakfast." With that, Josie made her escape, leaving Oliver to tidy

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