Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 398

Amelia’s face flushed bright red as she clutched the towel to her chest. “Don’t look!”

But Daniel didn’t just look—his gaze grew even more provocative, as if he could see right through the thick towel. A sly smile tugged at his lips. “There’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Her cheeks burned an even deeper shade, but Daniel wasn’t finished. “Not only have I seen it all, I’ve kissed every inch.”

If she’d had anything else to wear, Amelia would have hurled the towel at him in a heartbeat.

Swallowing her pride, she made for the closet, but Daniel stood exactly where she had to pass.

Like a wolf lying in wait for a trembling rabbit.

He caught his rabbit.

“What do you need? I’ll get it for you,” he offered, blocking her path.

“A knife,” she shot back, her nerves wound taut as a wire the closer he got. “Back off.”

In all her fluster, she forgot to ask why Daniel was even here in the first place.

She’d let her guard down lately—he hadn’t come to the old house for a while, and Ruby had snuck into her room to sleep a couple of times in the middle of the night. She’d stopped locking her door.

Daniel traced her damp, delicate wrist with his warm fingertips. “Can’t back off,” he murmured. “Don’t want to.”

Amelia tried to yank her arm away, but she didn’t dare struggle too much. “You creep. What are you doing sneaking into someone else’s room at night?”

“That ‘someone else’ is my wife.” Daniel’s gaze bore into her flushed, feverish face, his voice deep and rough. “Wife—”

His tender, lingering word sent a shiver down her spine. “Shut up. Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, I won’t.” But the sight before him was too tempting. Daniel suddenly stepped closer, lowering his head. “Then let me kiss my wife.”

His breath was hot against her shoulder, searing her skin like a live flame. Amelia jerked in protest. “Touch me and I’ll kill you!”

Her heart pounded like a drum—she couldn’t tell if it was anger at his audacity, or at her own helpless reaction. Either way, she was a storm of nerves.

“Yes!” she snapped, voice high and sharp. “It’s disgusting!”

He watched her eyes freeze over, saw the door slam behind her as she disappeared into the closet.

She hadn’t lied—she really was disgusted.

All she could think of was that mouth, kissing Violet. Those hands, all over Violet. The very thought made her sick.

Outside the closet, Daniel’s gaze hardened to ice, not a trace left of the passion from moments before.

The door creaked shut.