Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Chapter 69.

I’m having the best of freaking life, when I come to, mattress is sooo freaking soft I never want to get up, Not the one in my bedroom soft that I’ve gotten used to, but deep and warm, like it’s been holding heat all night. The air smells different too, something like Soap? And skin and so.... so male??.

My eyes stay closed while my brain scrambles to place it.

Then I feel it there’s... there’s hand around my waist. What the actual fuck?.

My body goes rigid with my heart slamingb, hard enough that I feel it in my throat.

I open my eyes.

The first thing I see is skin, bare skin. A broad chest rising and falling slowly, covered with faint scars , a dusting of dark hair beneath my cheek. My face is pressed into him, my nose is basically buried against his sternum.

My arm is thrown over his middle and my leg is hooked over his thigh, knee tucked in close, my body curved into his like we do this every night.

I don’t. I absolutely do not.

Sunlight is pouring in through the glass because neither of us bothered with the curtains. It’s late morning at least, maybe later. The light is warm, completely unconcerned with the fact that I am currently half wrapped around my husband.

Zane.

My head is on Zane’s chest.

Oh my God.

I jerk back like the bed is on fire.

"WHAT THE FUCKIJG HELL....!"

I scramble off the mattress, tangling in sheets, tripping over my own feet I land hard on the floor, palms slapping down to catch myself. My heart is racing so fast it makes me dizzy.

Zane groans awake, soundin annoyed.

He shifts, rolling onto his back, one arm flung over his face like I’ve interrupted some precious sleep of his.

"What are you screaming for," he mutters, his voice deep and rough with sleep.

I stare at him.

The covers have slipped down to to his waist line.

And.....holy fucking hell.

I don’t mean this in a romantic way, I don’t mean this in a swoony way either, I mean it in a factual, deeply inconvenient way.

He looks unfair.

Muscles I did not need to see at all, but my eyes greedily take it in, lines I do not need to see burned deep into my memory. A chest that looks like it belongs on a statue, his skin is warm-toned and smooth. His stomach is flat and hard with six distinct well defined muscles that make my brain short-circuit for half a second before panic slams back in.

I yank my eyes away.

"Why the hell am I in your bed," I demand, scrambling to my feet.

He lowers his arm and looks at me.

"You fell asleep here," he says

"No the hell I did not."

"But you did."

"I did not come into your room," I snap. "I went to bed in mine, if I remember correctly I was in Margaret’s home, but I know there’s no way I slept here on my own, I don’t even know where your freaking room is Zane."

He sits up, sheets sliding lower, and I turn my back immediately, heat crawling up my neck.

"You passed out on me last night," he says. "I wasn’t going to drag you all the way to the other wig so I brought you here.."

"So you just...what?...decided to cuddle me," I spin back around, furious. "Is that your excuse?"

He raises an eyebrow. "You’re the one who crawled into me little spitfire."

"That’s a lie."

"You wrapped your leg around me," he adds calmly. "Very enthusiastically."

"I was not enthusiastic," I snap. "I was intoxicated by weed and exhaustion."

He watches me for a long moment, then swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands.

Fully naked from the waist up.

I freeze.

His jaw tightens. "You were high." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

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