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Chapter 108
~ Zara’s POV~
I drifted in and out of sleep, a strange sense of warmth enveloping me. The steady thudding of Snow’s heart beneath my cheek pulled me back from my nightmares.
Somewhere in between hazy thoughts and half-dreams, I could feel his arm wrapped firmly around me, pulling me close, protectively.
For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to settle into the comfort of his touch, the steady rhythm like a lullaby that kept the shadows at bay.
But reality snapped back with vengeance when I opened my eyes, realizing that every inch of me was tangled in his arms.
Gulp!
His bare chest pressed against me and... was that his leg tangled in mine?
I sucked in a sharp breath, careful not to move, my face hovering just inches from his... his muscles firm against my body.
I could feel the rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin against mine even with the air conditioner on.
My gaze trailed down, spotting his toned chest inches from my face, his exposed collarbone, and the faint sheen of a scar there.
I swallowed hard, catching sight of his hand resting at my waist, his fingers splayed just enough to remind me of how close we really were.
I needed to move—now. But as I tried to pull away, my head lifted too quickly, and the top of my skull collided with his jaw in a swift, ungraceful thud.
"Ow!" I gasped, clutching my head, and in an instant, Snow’s grip tightened around me, his other hand instinctively patting my back.
"Easy, Zara, easy," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, though there was an unmistakable gruffness to it, likely from the rude awakening I’d just delivered.
Once the pain dulled, I managed to pull back slightly, frowning up at him. "Why am I wrapped up between you like this?" I demanded, unable to keep the suspicion from my voice. "Why are we... cuddling?"
He gazed at me with that infuriating calm, a smirk teasing the corners of his mouth. "Well, Zara, that’s what a husband and wife are supposed to do," he said simply, the words rolling out so smoothly I didn’t know whether he was joking or being completely serious.
I huffed, trying to disentangle myself, my legs still awkwardly caught between his. Snow didn’t move, only watched with amusement as I struggled, making the whole process infinitely more difficult.
Before I could even register his next move, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss that froze me on the spot.
"Good morning, wifey," he murmured. The casual intimacy in his voice took me off guard.
With my heart thumping, I looked up at him, bewildered and suspicious. His eyes softened, and he reached up, cupping my face.
The word ’everyone’ lingered in the air between us, and for the first time, I saw the faintest flicker of surprise in Snow’s eyes.
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