Chapter 34

Her soft voice had that teary edge to it, the kind that always made Fraser give in. He sighed and let her go, just about to scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom-only to realize his hand was now coated in something sticky. Melted ice cream. Leftovers from Bellamy that she had barely touched before it started melting. He frowned, ready to scold her, but then he caught sight of her flushed cheeks and those shimmering eyes. Any thought of lecturing flew right out the window, replaced instantly by a much naughtier idea. ***** The next morning, Bellamy hadn't looked Fraser in the eye once. She was sulking silently while washing up in the bathroom. Fraser sauntered in like he owned the place, half-naked, his torso marked with several red patches. Looking at his own reflection, he clicked his tongue dramatically. "Look at me-do you see the damage you did last night?" Bellamy's face froze mid-toothbrush. With foam still hanging from her lips, she raised her electric toothbrush and smacked