Chapter 18

Fraser noticed her slight tremble and chuckled softly by her ear, teasing as he tugged on her earlobe. "You're really sensitive, huh?" Bellamy blushed, shut her eyes tight, and played dead in his arms. Fraser let out a low, amused laugh, brought her hand to his lips, and gave her fingertip a playful bite as if punishing her. Ugh! Even her fingers tasted like spicy chips! He pulled a face and spat her finger out. Bellamy couldn't hold it in anymore and started giggling uncontrollably. She flipped over, sat on his waist, and waved her fingers at him, trying to push them back into his mouth. Fraser was torn between laughter and frustration. He grabbed her hands, twisting them behind her back in a messy tangle of limbs. They looked like a pair of teenagers again, goofing off, clothes a mess, laughing without a care. By midnight, Fraser had already dozed off, but Bellamy lay wide awake, staring at him in the dim light. He was seriously too handsome-his features pretty much perfect. When he