Bonnie was locked tight in his arms, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t break free. Her arms pressed uselessly against Lawrence’s shoulders as she struggled, throwing all her energy into fighting back.
His sudden shout left her left ear ringing so badly she almost felt faint.
She lost a bit of strength and her body wobbled. Lawrence caught the shift, and, suddenly remembering her sensitive ear, leaned in to brush his lips near it in a panicked, guilty rush. “I’m sorry, Candie… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
But the heat of his breath made it all worse. Her face was ashen as she tried to shove him away, her words already dissolving into weak, tearful pleading. “Let go. Please, just let me go…”
Lawrence’s heart twisted for her, but instead of letting go, he pulled her closer, almost like he wanted to fuse her to him. Bonnie couldn’t push him away, and the pain in her ear was making her eyes well up until she let out a shaky, muffled sob.
A moment later, Lawrence’s arm slid down and he lifted her legs, swooping her up in his arms. He’d done this move countless times. Every single time, Bonnie would smack him and complain it made her feel like a little kid.
She always preferred a princess carry.
But Lawrence was obsessed with holding her like this. Whenever they took photos, he wanted her up in his arms, sometimes perched on his shoulder, grinning up at the camera with that bright, bashful smile.
For him, that was intimacy. That was love.
Lawrence marched over to the car, opened the door, and settled Bonnie into the passenger seat. The moment she got her bearings, she shot him a slap that whipped his face to the side.
“Lunatic.”
He stayed bent over, one hand braced by her head, the other beside her legs on the seat. His knee pressed between hers, making the car’s tight space feel even smaller.
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