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    What… was happening?


    Her pulse picked up. She stared at him, wide-eyed, trying to make sense of it.


    “Why are you in my bed?”


    Eric raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you let me?”


    She froze. That was… technically true.


    But—she’d fallen asleep on the sofast night. She remembered that clearly.


    Her eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”


    “What could I have done?” He cupped her cheek, brushing it gently. “That sofa’s impossible. The bed’s big enough. Why not share?”


    Before she could finish, he leaned in and kissed her.


    Her thoughts scattered.


    In the quiet tangle of warmth and skin, she suddenly stiffened. Wait. He wasn’t wearing anything.


    “Eric…” Hadley pressed against his shoulders, shaking her head frantically.


    “Stop it, please.”


    “Why?” Eric’s voice dropped to a husky whisper, teasing yet persuasive. “You want me, too, don’t you?”


    She trembled in his arms—he could sense her conflicted desire.


    He brushed a feather-light kiss across her cheek, his words gentle yet insistent. “Just follow your heart. No need to hold back.”


    His eyes were deep with longing. “It’s been so long. This distance between us isn’t healthy.”


    “You…” Hadley’s cheeks zed crimson as she averted her gaze.


    “It’s not a good time,” she murmured, barely audible.


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    “Hmm.”


    Eric froze mid-motion, studying her face with sudden concern. “Why not? Is it… that time of the month?”


    Hadley nodded, mortification spreading across her features.


    “You’re not just making excuses?” Eric asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically.


    “Let me check…”


    “Eric!” she gasped in rm, lunging to stop him—but her reflexes weren’t quick enough.


    Eric’s hand moved lower…


    His expression morphed from desire to eptance.


    He dropped his head, burying his face in the curve of her neck with a defeated groan. Her excuse was legitimate.


    After a weighted silence, he muttered against her skin, “This is absolute torture.” With an exaggerated sigh, he wrenched himself away, bounced off the bed, and stomped toward the bathroom. “I desperately need a cold shower!” The harsh spray of water thundered from behind the closed door.


    Hadley buried her burning face in her hands, utterly mortified by the encounter.


    When Eric finally descended the stairs, his hair still damp from his shower, Hadley was already waiting in the dining room.


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