Fake Date, Real Fate

Oh my God.

I didn’t even mean to do that. Okay, maybe I meant a little.

But now?

Now I’m never letting this go.

His eyes were wide, disbelieving. Like the sound had betrayed him. Like he hadn’t meant to give me that much.

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And me?

I was stunned. For a breathless moment, I just stared at him. Adrien Walton—controlled, cold, iron-willed Adrien—had whimpered under my touch.

And I liked it.

No.

I loved it.

Note to self: never underestimate the erotic potential of a hospital gown and a well-timed whisper.