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“Don’t you dare—”

“Come inside my bed,” he sang beautifully, “I promise you won’t…forgetit.”

I cringed. “Oh, my God, Carter! Stop!”

“What?”

“Awful! So,soawful!”

He chuckled. “It was pretty bad, I’ll admit.”

“That’s an understatement. I don’t remember why you won any awards now with that mouth of yours.”

“Come here and I’ll remind you how great my mouth can be.”

Fucking hell, that blush again, warming me up to no end.

I shouldn’t be condoning his flirting, but he was in such a great mood, and I was so happy to see him. I didn’t think twice about it.

I climbed into the bed and settled as far away from him as possible.

“Distance won’t keep me away,” he noted, cheekily.

There were more meanings in that than I’d have liked to know.

“So now what?” I asked him, turning on my side to face him.

He turned and faced me too. “Now we talk,” he answered.

“About what?”

“About the first thing thatpopsup.”

My eyes travelled to his groin before I could stop myself, and then I groaned, “You’re trouble.”

He grinned. “No, you’re just easy.”

“That was smooth.”

“I’ve got more cheap lines, if you want.”

“No, I don’t want.”

He scooted a little closer to me.

I pursed my lips in disapproval. “Not so close, Carter.”

“Well, we gotta whisper,” he replied, stopping when he was a foot away from me. “I can’t whisper from that side of the mattress, Leah.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever you say.”

He grinned in satisfaction. “So, tell me how awesome I am.”

“That’s what you wanted to talk about?”

He nodded. “Oh, yeah. I could go for an ego boost after our little spat and you wounding me with rejection.”

I let out a dry laugh. “Is that what I did?”

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