Chapter 17

The method used to check was pretty obvious. Bellamy knew she'd seriously messed up and started trying to plead her case. Problem was-she couldn't talk. So she waved her hands in panic, gesturing like mad. She clearly meant, "You go wait next door, I'll brush properly this time!" Since she couldn't speak, she was getting all flustered. Her wide eyes shimmered with tears, big and glossy, and it totally messed with Fraser's head. He was this close to losing it-she looked too damn good with those tear-glossed eyes, but he still held back because, well, her mouth still smelled like spicy junk food. "I'll wait in the next room. Get that mouth cleaned up first," he said, eyeing her like she was a ticking time bomb. Yeah-come back so I can deal with you properly! Fraser headed out. Bellamy immediately started brushing her teeth like she was fighting for her life. Judging by the look in Fraser's eyes as he left, she already knew she was doomed. Since it was inevitable, she figured-might as wel