Page 116 of Love Arranged

Fuck.

I grab the comforter and yank it up to my chin, silently commanding that my growing problem goes away before Lily steps out of the bathroom.

Despite my best efforts to distract myself, my thoughts drift back to Lily, and I blame her singing. I wish I could say it’s bad, but on the contrary, she has a nice, sultry voice that doesn’t match her bubbly,pink is my favorite neutralpersonality.

I’m tempted to sneak into the bathroom and shut her phone off, all because I don’t like the idea of her listening to another man’s voice while she’s naked.

With a frustrated groan, I knock my head back against the linen headboard.

A minute later, Lily cracks the door open a few inches and pops her head out. “You good?”

“Yeah. Why?” I turn to look at her and wish I didn’t.

Water sluices down her skin, dripping down her neck before disappearing underneath the white towel wrapped around her.

“I thought I heard a strange noise.”

Just me dying.

Or at least it sure feels that way now. Even though I can hardly see her, thanks to the door blocking my view, I can imagine what is hiding underneath that towel. The thick white material does a good job concealing her curves, but her makeshift dress slips a little, giving me a glimpse of the tops of her breasts.

It takes every ounce of willpower to rip my eyes away from her. Once the door clicks shut again, I can finally exhale through my nose.

Ten minutes pass, and Lily exits the bathroom wearing a matching PJ set. There’s nothing inherently sexy about the button-down set with navy-colored ribbons scattered across the white fabric, but my cock doesn’t care. All Lily needs to do is bite her lip like she is right now, and my heart automatically starts pumping blood to the place it shouldn’t.

Get a hold of yourself. I clench my hand around the comforter as she slides underneath the covers. She smells so damn good from whatever lotion she put on, and it only grows stronger as she tosses and turns in bed.

To distract myself from more thoughts of her, I unlock my phone and fiddle with the settings. The distraction only lasts for a minute until she rolls over and faces me with a huff.

“Can we swap sides?”

“No.” I look over at the door, confirming it hasn’t magically unlocked itself in the five minutes since I last checked.

She frowns. “Why?”

“I like sleeping on the right side of the bed.” Or at least I dotonight.

“Same.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

She gestures between us. “I can’t fall asleep like this.”

“Then it’s going to be a long night for you.”

She groans. “Lorenzo.”

“That’s not exactly how I imagined hearing you say my name in bed.”

“Think about it often?”

“Regrettably.”

That comment earns me a smack in the head with a flying pillow.

I brush my still-damp hair out of my eyes before glancing down at her. She has her hand innocently tucked under her face, looking like an angel despite her wicked throwing arm.

“Do you feel better now?” I ask dryly.