Ian closed the curtains and glanced over at Lizzie who was lying on the loveseat, reading. He’d switched on the lamp next to her so she could read while he slept. “Are you sure you’re all right there?”
Lizzie peered over. “Goodnight. Sweet dreams.”
He grinned and adjusted his pillow. His room smelled of his shampoo and soap, the way it always did after he had showered. The minty scent always relaxed him. It was a signal to his brain that he could finally relax after a long day.
But when he’d come back into his room and found Lizzie wrapped in a towel, smelling just like him, it stirred something in him, something he’d never felt before. His protectiveness toward Lizzie flared, and he’d only kept his temper in check because he didn't want to give his father any excuse not to help her.
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