“What’s got you smiling like that?”
Anthony had already set out her clothes. He walked into the bathroom, slipped his arms around her from behind, and rested his chin lightly on Charlotte’s shoulder. In the mirror, his eyes watched her every move, intent on catching her expression.
“It’s nothing,” Charlotte replied, lifting her brows with that calm, teasing air. She looked away, pretending not to care.
Anthony leaned in closer and gently bit her earlobe. His voice came out low and rough. “Liar.”
Charlotte spat out her mouthful of toothpaste, turned to poke Anthony’s cheek, and scoffed, “Are you a dog or something?”
“If you say so, then sure,” Anthony replied.
He took the toothbrush from her, grabbed a towel to cover the sink, and easily lifted her to sit on the counter.
Charlotte automatically clung to his shoulders. Before she could even process it, Anthony’s hand cradled the back of her neck, guiding her gently down.
Then his lips brushed hers, warm and confident. His scent filled her senses, the intensity making her thoughts scatter for a moment.
“This is for last night,” he murmured.
Last night?
Charlotte blinked, confused, then remembered. Right, after he proposed, Anthony had tried to kiss her, but she was too worried about the chicken wings and ended up pushing him away. She didn’t expect him to still remember that, not after all this time.
“Oh, well, go ahead,” she said quietly, relaxing in his hold. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting her smile show as she teased, “But if you start something you can’t finish, you’ll only be making things tough on yourself.”
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