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ribs.
    “Shhh. I’m having the best dream,” he mumbled, shifting his hips yet again. As if it wasn’t already an uncomfortable-enough situation, his hand snaked up my stomach until he was cupping my boob. An electric shock jolted through my body before centering right between my legs, that knowing tingle growing stronger as Trevor kept his intimate hold too tight for me to escape.
    Shit ! I needed to get out of bed. Fast . My irrational freak-out had me questioning my plan of seducing Trevor into an annulment. But I just kept telling myself that if I could do it on my terms, maybe I could pull it off.
    Hey, I never said it was the smartest plan. It was just the only one I had.
    “ Trevor !” Freeing one arm, I awkwardly reached behind me and smacked him upside the head as hard as I could. “Wake up!”
    “Jesus H. Christ! What the fuck, Lizzy?” Only releasing one arm from around me, he rubbed at the spot I’d just hit.
    “Let go of me, asshole. And why the hell are you in my bed?”
    “Your goddamn fat cat was in my bed last night. I had to think on my feet,” he told me as he snuggled back down, burying his face in my hair.
    “Then you should have slept on the couch. Get out of my bed.”
    Completely ignoring my heated words, Trevor reached up and shoved my head back down until it was resting on my pillow. “Hush and go back to sleep. The sun’s not even up yet.”
    “Are you high?” It was the only reason I could come up with which would explain his complete disregard. What. The. Hell?
    “Nooo,” he dragged out as if he were talking to a two-year-old. “I’m fuckin’ exhausted. I’m not moving to the damn couch. I’m too fucking tall and my feet would hang off. You’re the one who insisted on getting that dickhead cat who’s currently decided he’s king of my fucking room. So this was the only other option. And up until a few minutes ago, I’d been having one of the best night’s sleeps I’ve had in forever. Deal with it, shut up, and go back to sleep.”
    “You might have been sleeping well, but I wasn’t!”
    “Bullshit, I climbed in bed and you wrapped yourself around me like a monkey.”
    Okay, he wasn’t lying. Maybe, in my unconscious mind, I’d been sleeping more comfortably than I had in a really, really long time, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
    “It’s too hot. Your body’s like a freaking furnace,” I sniped, refusing to admit defeat.
    Trevor released me long enough to sit up, throw the comforter off the bed and pull the thin sheet back over our bodies before laying back down and wrapping me back up in his arms.
    “There,” he announced, all snooty like he’d just solved all the world’s problems with that one simple move. “Now, shut up and go back to sleep.”
    Burrowing back down, he pressed his nose into the crook of my neck and didn’t say another word. I lay unmoving for several minutes, just staring off into the dark as his breathing eventually evened out, indicating he’d fallen back to sleep. I waited for his arms to loosen their hold, but they never did. Even in his sleep he held me tight against him.
    Finally, I was forced to relent and get as comfortable as possible—which, unfortunately wasn’t hard to do at all; he really felt fantastic—and let sleep pull me back under.
    All I could think the few minutes it took to doze back off was how horribly wonderful it felt to have him in my bed. Damn, I was in so much trouble.

    “This shit is not going like I’d planned,” I bemoaned as I hunched over the guy in my chair. The buzz of my tattoo gun helped to soothe my frayed nerves. I’d been busting my ass trying to get Lizzy to come around and see that we’re made for each other, but she’d flat-out refused my advances at every turn. We had been married for two weeks. The majority of that time I’d been sharing a bed with her, and still nothing. If I attempted to cuddle while she was still awake, she made sure to scoot as far away from me as