Chapter 23
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Landon protested from the couch.
Then what did you mean?” Amelia yawned, already snug in bed. The leftover warmth from where he’d been lying, combined with his familiar scent, made it even cozier. She was ready to drift off any second.
“I meant we should share the bed,” Landon huffed. The couch was so uncomfortable that he didn’t want to spend another minute on it.
“No way. Last time, you accused me of trying to seduce you,” she teased, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. The thought of their past bed–sharing incidents made her cheeks flush. Back then, she’d been mortified. But now? She found it amusing, and maybe a little triumphant.
She thought, I didn’t sleep with any guys in my last life, but in this life, I did. Not only that, I’ve touched his abs and even yanked down Landon’s pants once. That feels good.”
While Amelia enjoyed her victory snuggle in bed, Landon was having a miserable time. The couch was a torture device, and he was done pretending otherwise. “Amelia,” he growled, “put me back on the bed.”
“Just sleep. Stop making a fuss,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow.
“Amelia, are you rebelling against me?” Landon asked.
Amelia threatened. “If you keep bugging me,
I won’t
go
the office tomorrow.”
Landon was practically vibrating with frustration. He thought with fury, ‘She’s threatening me now? Good for her. But there’s nothing I can do yet!
He silently vowed to make her pay for this once he was back on his feet.
Amelia slept soundly in the bed, while Landon stared at the ceiling in silent fury. The night dragged on for him, a blur of discomfort and exhaustion.
By the time sunlight filtered through the curtains, Amelia stretched and sighed in satisfaction, “Oh, nothing beats sleeping on a bed.”
Landon ignored her, though the temptation to lecture her was strong. He told himself that she was the only one who could communicate with him now.
If he stayed silent too long, she might think he was asleep and leave him alone for the entire day. Then he’d have to stay alone until she returned from work.
“Don’t be mad,” Amelia said with a grin. “Look, I’ve been on the couch for nights. How about we take turns to sleep in the bed? Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are yours; I take Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. As for Sundays, since you’re the patient, you get the bed.”
Amelia climbed out of bed and moved to drag him off the couch. She had If his mother saw him like this, she’d have her head on a platter.
to
get
him back in bed before Gloria showed up.
But Landon was heavy–ridiculously so. Pulling him off the bed last night had been easier than getting him back on.
With considerable effort, she got him to the edge of the bed and braced herself to lift him..
Just as she managed to hoist him up, a sudden sound startled her. She flinched, her strength giving out. Landon toppled forward, pinning her beneath him, and they both hit the floor with a thud.
“Amelia.” Landon groaned, sucking in a sharp breath. “Are you trying to kill your husband?”
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“Are you hurt?” she stammered, panicked as she struggled beneath him, oblivious to how compromising their position was.
“You wrenched my back!” he gritted out.
“What should I do?” she asked, her voice small.
“Call Wesley,” he said, his tone strained.
“Okay, okay,” Amelia wriggled, trying to slide out from under him and grab her phone. But Landon’s weight was solid, and she couldn’t budge. After several failed attempts, she huffed, “Landon, you’re too heavy. I’m getting squished here.
Landon didn’t respond, mostly because he was desperately trying to keep his composure. Her movements weren’t helping, and with no bras in her and just her thin pajamas, he could fully feel her curves.
“Oh sorry,” Amelia whispered. His words only made her guilt skyrocket. She hesitated for a long while and finally said, Landon, I–I’m scared…”
Gloria’s heart skipped a beat as she asked urgently, “Is something wrong with Landon?”

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