Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Chapter 74.

I don’t say anything when he finally settles fully into the bed.

I wait until his breathing evens out, until the room sinks into that quiet that only comes when the house is asleep. Then I move.

There are too many pillows on this bed anyways those fancy and heavy ones. I stack them anyway, one by one, dragging them between us until there’s a wall from the mattress to our chests.

A stupid wall. But it’s something.

I shove the last pillow into place and lie back down, staring at the ceiling.

"Stay," I mutter under my breath, pressing my palm into the pillow nearest my face like it can hear me. "Just stay there."

I turn onto my side, back to him, knees tucked up slightly. My head hurts and it feels heavy. So I close my eyes..... but doesn’t come right away.

Eventually, exhaustion wins over and I’m pulling into a dreamless sleep.

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A disturbingly familiar weight presses against my back.

Not heavy enough to crush me.

I groan before I even open my eyes. "Son of a bitch."

The chest under my face moves. I feel it before I hear it. A low chuckle.

"Don’t get mad at me," Zane says, his voice deep and rough with sleep. "I’m not the one who broke down your well-constructed partition."

I blink, then groan again when reality settles in.

My cheek is pressed to bare skin. It feels solid and Warm. His chest hair brushes my lips every time I breathe, and I pull my face back slightly, scowling at him.

"Fantastic," I mutter. "Just perfect."

I glance down. My arm is slung across his waist with one of my legs is thrown over his thigh.

This is not how I fell asleep.

I push myself back an inch, then another when he doesn’t tighten his hold and doesn’t move to pull me closer.

"I’m serious," I say. "If you touched me in your sleep..."

"I didn’t, little spitfire " he cuts in. "You moved to me."

I frown. "I don’t cuddle."

"You do when you’re out cold."

I mutter a string of curses under my breath, shifting again. His skin is warm in a way that makes it harder than it should be to pull away. I manage to create a few inches of space, then stop.

The pillows are gone...... Flattened and pushed to the side like they never stood a chance.

I let out a breath through my nose. "I’m building a wall of bricks tonight."

"I’ll invest in mortar," he says.

I tilt my head just enough to look at him. His eyes are open mow and staring at me.

"I’d love to stay here," he adds. "Trust me."

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