She felt too good, she smelled too good—especially in this position, where he got the sweet, natural scent of her beneath the long sun-kissed honey locks he’d like to wrap himself up in. So he’d managed to avoid kissing her today, which didn’t mean much considering where they’d ended up anyway. People who weren’t already feeling intimate didn’t cuddle. Two people who just happened to be sharing a bed and who didn’t want more than that...they lay with as big a gap as they could between them. “This is a joke,” Ellory muttered, pulling thoughts right out of his mind. “I can’t sleep like this. If you don’t want me, if you don’t want to want me, or whatever, then I should sleep on the couch.” “You’re not sleeping on the couch.” And, by God, neither was he. Anson sighed into her hair, keeping his arms around her. Ellory looked over her shoulder at him. “You know what I would be doing right now if we were dating and you were being this big of a brat?” “I’m not being a brat.”
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