Chapter 138

Emmeline obediently lay on the bed with her back against the plump pillows and allowed Zavian to cover her with the soft blanket tucked around her body.

He sat beside her on the edge of the mattress, gently stroking her hair back from her flushed face.

“Having you in my bedroom with me is so wrong, but why does it feel so incredibly right?” Emmeline murmured in a low, husky tone.

Zavian continued caressing her silky tresses frantically, as if unable to stop touching her. “Maybe we’re the right people in the wrong place and situation.”

Their eyes met and held in an intense, heated stare for a long stretch of time.

“Comfy?” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to her tousled crown.

Emmeline hummed an affirmative while burrowing deeper into his solid warmth. “Mmm, very. Now fetch me my chips, sir. A lady’s work is never done, after all. I feel greedy.” She pointed with her index at the bag on the nightstand.

Zavian chuckled. He retrieved the