Chapter 172

Early in the morning, Megan woke to find Sullivan’s handsome face enlarged and close as he slept on the couch One hand was tucked under his head while the other dominantly rested on Megan’s waist, emanating warmth.

His shirt was in disarray, his black trousers intact, though the belt was removed.

Megan assessed her own state

She was relatively put together but her intuition told her something was amiss beneath, and indeed, buried in the couch crevice was a thin, sheer piece of black lace

Her cheeks burned.

Last night she and Sullivan had done it

Attempting to move without waking him proved futile when the hand at her waist tightened, pulling her back against him. Adults as they were, the intimacy of their proximity spoke volumes.

The atmosphere was charged.

Sullivan’s hand gently patted her waist, his voice deep and husky, “Stay still! Don’t make me lose control again, and don’t you cry about

Megan ceased struggling, comfortably nestling against him, waiting for the moment to pass.

Eventually Sullivan softly caressed her shoulder, his gaze intense, “About last night, should I take responsibility?”

of the

couldn’t recall the specifics, but

her the psychological

gracefully running her fingers through her hair.

violinist, truly a

Group seldom allowed. This moming, he was content

gently caught her hand. His

momentanly lost in thought, then softly said, “We’re adults. No need for responsibilities for such things! Besides, we haven’t officially filed for divorce, so one more time doesn’t really make a

to confront the piece of black lace and retreated to

tidying the living room.

back, watching her, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “Letting go so easily? Last night, you were under me, crying

was

the delicate garment from the couch, pulling Megan close and teasing, “From our movie date?” “I

her promise to try on every lingerie piece for him, a promise yet

their brief happiness, of Sullivan’s wish to start over, and his commitment to being a good

no point in you coming over and sleeping here! The problems between

sit on his lap, understanding

his chin messily.

“Till take contraceptives, no need to worry

retorted, “Why would I worry? I wore a

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