“Back again, huh?” Anthony pulled the blanket over Charlotte, his voice a soft sigh. “How did you ever get any sleep without me here?”
He’d always stayed out of her past, never asking questions, but lately, he found himself wanting to know everything. Every secret, every memory. All of it.
“Lottie…” He leaned down, letting his fingers brush lightly against her forehead. His voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “You better not have some old first love or anything… because if you do…” He trailed off, a crooked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of a helpless, almost teasing affection. Actually, it didn’t matter. Even if she did, from this moment on, she was his.
…
Charlotte woke up with a dull ache. She tried to move, but her limbs felt pinned down, like she was tied up and couldn’t even wiggle. Frowning, she forced her eyes open, still half-asleep. The first thing she saw was Anthony in gray pajamas, wrapped around her, holding her close.
Her mind blanked. For a second, she thought, Wait, how did Anthony end up in my room?
Then the fog in her brain cleared, reality hit, and she just wanted to disappear under the mattress. No, it looked like she was the one who’d crawled into Anthony’s bed. The worst part? She didn’t remember a thing.
Was she sleepwalking or something?
Charlotte’s frown deepened. She usually just broke things when she had these episodes, not… this. When did sneaking into someone’s room become her new habit? No wonder Anthony had been giving her those weird looks lately. Had she done something embarrassing?
She was debating whether to sneak out or just play dead when Anthony’s sleepy voice broke the silence. “What’s wrong?”
She glanced up and met his half-open eyes. The air between them shifted, suddenly awkward. How often had she done this for him to be this unfazed?


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