Page 46 of Hold You Close

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Thankfully, nothing in that drawer was touched.

But still, I feel like some Goldilocks-and-the-Three-Bears-type shit is going on here.

I exit the closet and when London moves a little, I can’t help wanting to know what the hell happened while I was at work.

“Did the kids come in here?” I ask London.

“Not that I know of,” she mumbles, turning on her side. “Why?”

What kind of a babysitter is she if she doesn’t even know if the kids came in here? We’ll discuss that after we get to the bottom of my closet issue.

“Someone’s been touching my clothes.”

“What?”

“My shit is moved.”

“You’re insane.”

“No,” I correct her. “I’m right. Someone was snooping in my closet today because things aren’t where they should be.”

“Need sleep, Ian. I can’t deal with your crazy right now. Bed.”

“Okay, you want me to come to bed? Move over.”

She leans up on her elbow, probably to chastise me, but then she covers her eyes with her hand. “Ian! You’re naked!”

I look down. “I have boxers on.”

“Well, get dressed.”

“I will after I shower. Unless you’d like to get undressed and join me?”

London covers her face with the pillow and then groans. “Such an asshole.”

I chuckle and decide this is too great of an opportunity to pass up. I climb up onto the bed, hovering over her, and start to tickle her sides.

“What did you call me?”

“Oh, my God! Stop!” She giggles, writhing underneath me. “Ian!” She slaps my arm.

The pillow goes flying, and I grin as I continue my assault “What did you say?”

“Asshole!” She bursts out in a fit of giggles and I stop.

“You’re so beautiful when you laugh,” I say, and she goes still.

I don’t know why I said it, but I can’t take it back, and I meant it. She is beautiful when she laughs. She’s beautiful all the time, but I’ve done everything possible to stop seeing her that way.

“Ian.” Her eyes stay on mine. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I’m not. You’re beautiful and you know it.”

We both stare at each other. The laughter is gone and my cock is rock hard.

This isn’t to shut her up.

This isn’t a game.

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