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"Maybe when I was a kid."

"Well, then you should know your nose grows when you lie."

"Is that why you have such a big nose, then?"

He bursts out laughing.

"So, you wanna sleep again until we have to wake up for the flight? You do have a couple of hours."

I nod. "That's what I just said until you just woke me up again."

"Uh-huh, sure," he says as he shifts closer to me.

"What are you doing?"

"I thought we could cuddle while you?—"

"No, no, no, Liam. Don't get it twisted. Just because I am naked right now doesn't mean I've forgiven you for everything."

"I thought perhaps we had a little truce," he says, sliding his arm around my waist and bringing me back.

"Liam!" I glare at him, but I can't admonish him because my body does like the feel of him behind me.

"Do you wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?" he says.

"What?" I moan slightly as he bites down on my shoulder.

"Do you wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?"

"I don’t wanna be either spoon because I'm not cutlery."

He chuckles. "You know what, Elisabetta Franco?"

"I know many things, but what do you wanna tell me?"

"I think that you could quite possibly make it as a stand-up comedian."

I give him a look.

"What? I'm serious. You've got so many fast quips. I mean, if you don't do stand-up comedy, you could always do improv."

"No, thank you. I don't think anyone's gonna be paying me millions of dollars for my improv."

"Maybe I would," he said.

"Really? You wanna spend more money on me?" I laugh, and he shakes his head.

"I'm just saying, you're funny."

"So I’m funny and sexy. I'm the perfect package, huh?"

There's a sudden light in his eyes, and he nods slowly. "You could say that."

"Well, anyway, I would like to sleep again," I say quickly. For some reason, my heart is racing. The way he's looking at me has changed slightly. It's gone from one of seduction to one of admiration, and it's making me uncomfortable. Maybe because all of a sudden, I'm aware of just how close we are and how naked we are and how vulnerable I am.

"So, are you gonna marry me, or do you want me to call it off?" he whispers in my ear before he tugs on my ear lobe with his teeth.

"I mean, if you've already paid my dad, then I suppose I'll marry you. I'll keep up my end of the bargain."