Seduce

In the middle of the night, Quinn stirred awake and quietly slipped out of bed. He grabbed the blanket from the bed and walked over to where Belle was curled up on the couch. 

Reaching her side, he began covering her with the blanket, starting from her toes. When he reached her chest, he paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Her clumsiness hadn't changed one bit. He had only given her the shirt to spare her from sleeping in the gown, not for her to strip off her undergarments entirely. What was she thinking? 

She was still the same reckless, unthinking mate he remembered. 

How was he supposed to sleep knowing she was lying there with her peaks faintly visible through the thin fabric of the shirt? Had she even considered how he might feel seeing her like this? 

"Stop giving me mixed signals," he murmured under his breath with a resigned sigh, pulling the blanket up to cover her completely.