Laurinda tried to wiggle out of Adolphus’s hold, but his arms around her waist only tightened. The more she struggled, the less chance she had of getting free.
Adolphus rested his chin on the top of her head. There was a low, sarcastic laugh in his voice.
“Flirt? Tell me, what do you think that even means?”
She could feel something was off, and before Laurinda could react, Adolphus lifted her onto his shoulder and marched her straight into the bedroom.
He dropped her onto the bed, then leaned over her, pressing her gently into the sheets as he kissed her collarbone, lingering…
“Does this still feel like just flirting to you?”
Laurinda hadn’t meant for her joke to push him over the edge, but his wild side was out now and she panicked, begging for mercy.
“Okay, okay, I give up!”
He smiled, not letting her off so easily. “Really? You think you get to decide that just by saying it?”
Laurinda slept past eleven. She’d admitted defeat last night, but Adolphus hadn’t planned to give her any peace until she’d promised to marry him. Too tired to argue, she’d said yes, just to get some sleep.
When she finally stirred, the door creaked open and Adolphus peeked in, his voice much softer than usual.
“Are you awake?”
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, not wanting to move. Adolphus’s careful tone told her he hadn’t forgotten how he’d annoyed her the night before.
“I don’t want to get up,” Laurinda mumbled.
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