Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)

"You've already showered though..."

I caught the hidden meaning in Gregory's voice and decided to play dumb, teasing him a bit, "Put me down."

"No."

Gregory lowered his gaze, his lips curled into a slightly roguish smile as he kicked open the bathroom door and stepped inside.

The hot water and his kisses came at me all at once, stealing away my breath.

After a while, I was so overwhelmed by his antics that I could barely stand.

He just lifted me up, securing his arms under my thighs, and held me against his waist.

I thought this shower would be like all the others, stretching into the wee hours of the night.

But unexpectedly, right after, I was wrapped in a towel and carried off to bed.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I grabbed the blanket, covering myself up, leaving only my eyes peering out at Gregory.

Meeting my gaze, Gregory chuckled, "You better not say those two words."

I huffed playfully, "How would you know what I'm about to say?"

"I just do."

Gregory leaned in close, his nose gently brushing against mine, his voice drawling, "Because I am your husband-"

He dragged out the last word, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I snuggled deeper under the blanket, "We're not married. What kind of husband are you?" Gregory laid down beside me, pulling the blanket over us both and wrapping his legs around me.

I was completely trapped.

The atmosphere was charged with an intimate tension.

The man paused his movements, his eyes fixed on me. I tried to move, but it was futile, and I couldn't help but tentatively ask, "You're not upset about what I said earlier, are you?" Gregory's gaze remained steady, unfathomable in the dim light, deeper than usual.

Impossible to read.

"I..."

"If I were upset," Gregory suddenly cut me off, his face inches from mine, his voice low and enticing, "How would you make it up to me?"

I knew he was just teasing, rolling my eyes at him.

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t as well propose, right

Completely immobilized, I glared at him.

Who proposes in bed?

That was way too casual.

Gregory burst into laughter, pinching my cheek, "What's with that reaction?"

"You mean you won't say yes?"

"What, scared of getting into the marriage graveyard again after one failed attempt?"

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Pwing over it, the king of jealousy.

"You're calling it a graveyard. Why would I go there? You can go by yourself."

"Tsk."

Gregory's thumb pressed against my lips, prying them apart, "Let's see how sharp that tongue can be."

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Gregory let go completely, tapping my forehead twice with his index finger, a light laugh teasing, "Want more?"

Rascal!

I turned away, refusing to engage further.

I could hear Gregory moving, and sneaking a glance, I saw him enter the bathroom.

He came back with a hairdryer, his gaze sweeping over the trash bin as if suddenly remembering something.

His footsteps approached again, and I quickly turned my back.

Gregory didn't call me out, instead sitting at the edge of the bed to dry my hair.

His long fingers worked patiently through my locks, taking their time.

After drying, he casually blew dry his own hair for a moment before sliding under the blanket and pulling me into his embrace.

Suddenly, his large hand rested on my lower abdomen, his voice low and husky, "Haven't you missed your period this month?"

No wonder he was so cautious.

He had his concerns.