When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 122

Dorothea woke up feeling tangled, limbs heavy and awkward. The first thing she saw was a face so stunning it made her forget where she was for a second.

She had no idea how she’d ended up in his arms, but there it was, his arm draped across her waist, not too tight, not too loose, just enough to make her very aware of him. Even worse, her leg was thrown over his, completely unladylike.

She tried to slip her leg away, slow and careful, but Latham just pulled her closer. He held her so tight she could actually hear his steady breathing, calm and deep.

Dorothea glanced up, unable to stop herself from staring. He was ridiculously handsome, even in sleep. His eyelashes were long enough to cast shadows on his cheeks, his nose was sharp and perfect, and his lips, always pressed tight and sharp during the day, looked soft and relaxed now.

When he was awake, Latham always had that little smile, like he knew something you didn’t and was just waiting to spring it on you. But asleep, he looked gentle. Innocent, even. Almost sweet.

She tried again to wriggle out of his arms, and this time she managed to wake him. His lashes fluttered, and then his dark eyes locked right onto hers.

“Awake?” he murmured, voice rough and low right by her ear.

“Mhm.” Dorothea rolled over awkwardly, turning her back to him.

Latham chuckled, slow and quiet. “Getting shy?”

“Yesterday, you just decided to sleep in the master bedroom,” he said, teasing, “and then you rolled right into my arms and wouldn’t let go.”

He rubbed his chest for effect, smirking. “I tried to push you away, but you kept snuggling up like a stubborn little calf. You wouldn’t budge.”

He took her hand, pressing it to his chest. “Feel this. I think you bruised me.”

Dorothea yanked her hand away, heat rushing to her cheeks. “Stay away,” she snapped.

“I didn’t do anything. Don’t make stuff up.”

“And I didn’t choose the master bedroom, either. Your dad came over yesterday, saw we were in separate rooms, and moved my stuff in here. It wasn’t my idea.”

“Alright,” Latham said, his smile lazy. “Poor you. But you looked like you slept pretty well.”

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