Chapter 39

Ethan hadn't even snapped back to attention when a pair of hands landed on his chest. "Why are you so hard to deal with?" A soft little grumble came from right in front of him, slightly annoyed. He was about to say something, but the words just stuck in his throat. He lowered his gaze and stared at her as she nonchalantly unbuttoned the top of his pajama shirt. Maybe because he spent most of his time indoors, Ethan's skin was on the fair side, but that didn't make him any less fit. He had a lean, muscular build. She'd seen him shirtless before, sure-but not this close, not like this, right in bed. Celeste's fingers tensed around the hem of his shirt, and she felt her heart skip a beat. "Enjoying the view?" His low and cool voice came from above her. She immediately let go and fumbled back. "Who's looking? Not like there's anything special to see. You-just take it off yourself!" Ethan didn't bother arguing. He just slid off the sleeve on his injured arm. Celeste's cheeks flushed. She ke