Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 455

Haskell coughed.

“That’s quite a leap in topic, Larissa. When you say things like that and you’re not here with me, it makes the nights very long.”

Larissa laughed again. “My apologies. I suppose you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.”

“I’ve waited twenty-six years. I can wait two more months.”

Larissa snuggled under the covers. “Haskell, can you sing?”

“I suppose so.”

“Sing me to sleep.”

“Alright.”

There was a pause, and then he began to sing, softly and a little off-key. “Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream…”

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At ten o’clock on Saturday morning, after a surprisingly restful night’s sleep thanks to Haskell’s endearingly tone-deaf lullaby, Larissa climbed into his car, her spirits high. She slid across the leather seat until she was right next to him, then tilted her head and simply looked at him.

He was, without a doubt, a work of art. The high bridge of his nose, his deep-set eyes, the subtle curve of his lips—every feature was perfectly sculpted.

Haskell was looking at her too, his gaze warm. “Larissa, you look especially beautiful today.”

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