The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 247

At night, Yasmine lay on her side, with Zachary sleeping beside her.

She closed her eyes, but a sound from behind broke the silence, and soon she felt the weight on her waist.

"Go sleep on the couch if you can't keep still," Yasmine swatted his hand away.

"I just want to hold you for a bit," Zachary murmured, "I can't stay like this for long, you know."

Yasmine, mindful of his injury, didn't push him away but was hardly in a good mood. "You don't have to cling to these moments."

"If it weren't for this injury, I wouldn't even have this bit of tenderness," he said, drawing closer to inhale her scent, a picture of contentment.

He knew his limits.

Yasmine let him be, knowing he wouldn't last long anyway.

A man's embrace rarely remains innocent, especially with someone like Zachary, who had his years of experience.

His hand had just made its way over when Yasmine slapped it away.

"I'm warning you, keep your hands to yourself or believe me, I'll have you on oxygen for a few days," Yasmine threatened bluntly. It seemed a man was only well-behaved when hung up on the wall.

Zachary sheepishly withdrew his hand, resting it obediently on her waist. "You used to touch me too."

Yasmine frowned, "That was then."

"I don't mind if you do it now."

Yasmine couldn't take it anymore.

In an instant, she threw back the covers and turned on the light, sitting up on the bed with a fierce glare. "Zachary, have you no shame?"

Zachary casually adjusted his pillow and closed his eyes against her fury. "Hmm."

Yasmine felt as if she'd punched a pillow - utterly ineffective against him.

He knew exactly how to rile her up, then feign sleep when it was time to face the music. Was there anyone more shameless than this man?

She glared at him for a good while, finally convinced he was behaving, and laid back down.

That night, Zachary left Yasmine in peace.

But come morning, Yasmine found herself sprawled over Zachary.

Alone, her sleeping position was manageable, but with Zachary in bed, it was a different story altogether.

Back when they used to share a bed, Zachary would envelop her in his arms, and her feet would invariably find their way to his legs, or waist. On a good night. Sometimes, she'd even kick him in the face.

Still, he never complained.

Worse yet, occasionally her hands would wander into his waistband without any awareness.

And now, her hand was resting just below his navel.

As soon as she woke, she quickly removed her feet from him and kept her distance.

Zachary had been awake already, watching her discomfort with a chuckle. "It's all yours, no need to be shy."

Yasmine ignored him and headed for the bathroom.

She really couldn't share a bed with him; some habits, ingrained over a decade, were impossible to break.

It was like an automatic response to reach out when someone offered you a piece of candy.

Yasmine scrutinized her flushed face in the mirror. Allowing her ex-husband to stay in her house, sleep in her bed, and, worse, sleep together was just pathetic.

This couldn't go on.

Slapping her cheeks, she took a deep breath. This would not happen again.

After freshening up, she returned to find Zachary leaning against the headboard, on a call.