Chapter 29

He finished the last sip of his soup, then slid his hands under her arms and easily lifted her onto his lap. Holding her gently like a kid, he ran his fingers through her long, silky hair. "Why are you staring at me like that? Hoping I'll mess with you?" Bellamy pouted, trying to sound jealous. "So many girls were checking you out at the supermarket just now. I wasn't thrilled about that, okay? So I'm staring at you now to calm my jealous little heart." Fraser's hand paused mid-stroke through her hair. After a short silence, his voice came from above, hard to read. "You've been extra sweet these days. Eating breakfast with me, getting jealous for me, even cooking. No cold wars, no arguments, no fights. Everything's been so... peaceful and sweet. Honestly, it's throwing me off." Their relationship was always all or nothing-either insanely lovey-dovey or full-scale war. Bellamy had a temper and a sharp tongue, never hesitating to throw jabs. Fraser, usually calm and composed, always lost