Ellie:
The first thing I feel is warmth. Heavy, solid, human warmth.
The second thing I feel is wrong.
My fingers twitch, brushing over smooth skin—firm, warm, and absolutely male. My brain takes one millisecond to register it before my body jerks back like I’ve been burned.
“f**k, Reign!” I bolt upright, blinking against the filtered sunlight spilling through the jet’s windows. My voice comes out too loud, too sharp, which is exactly how I like it. “What the hell are you doing in my bed?”
He’s on his back, sheets low on his hips, that smug, infuriating grin carved across his mouth. “Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair.”
My stomach drops at the title, at how it rolls off his tongue like smoke and sin. I cross my arms, glaring. “Try that again, and I’ll shove that ring down your throat.”
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