They weren't just fake fiancés anymore. They were real now—an actual couple.
He sat up with a chuckle, rubbing a hand down his face. How had he even forgotten? After the moments they had shared in Vegas, he was still acting like he had to keep his distance.
"I'm an idiot," he murmured to himself.
Pushing himself up from the couch, he padded over to the bed. He pulled back the blankets and slid in behind Adeline, his body molding against hers. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close until her back was flush against his chest.
Adeline shifted in her sleep, her body instinctively adjusting to fit against his, but she didn't wake.
He buried his face against her shoulder, inhaling the delicious scent of her skin and sighing in satisfaction.
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