“You’ve definitely caught my eye. Was that on purpose?” Anthony grinned, his hand tightening around her waist.
“Yeah, I did it on purpose.”
At the far end of the base, tucked away in the north sector’s lounge, Charlotte had just finished her shower. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders as she walked over to Anthony, towel in hand. Without a second thought, she nestled into his arms.
Anthony grabbed the hair dryer and gently started drying her hair.
He glanced at the clock, then pulled the blanket up over her. “Come on, get some sleep,” he said softly.
Charlotte stared at him for a second, lifting her pretty, pale face in confusion.
That’s it? Just sleep?
She pressed her lips together, rolled over in his arms, and gave him a stare that said everything.
“Lottie...” Anthony held her still, his eyes dark and low, voice rough. “It’s almost eleven. Aren’t you tired?”
Charlotte didn’t say a word. Her cheeks were warm, and her fingers traced the tie on his robe, making her intentions obvious.
“Don’t mess around.” Anthony caught her hand, his voice dropping into a warning. “Keep teasing me and you’re not getting any sleep tonight.”
They had to be up at six for training on the mountain. She’d barely slept these past few days and really couldn’t handle staying up late.
Charlotte shot him a look, a little pouty and annoyed. After a long silence, she huffed, “Don’t come crying to me later.”
With that, she rolled away and put some distance between them.
Anthony couldn’t help but laugh at her sulking.
He was just trying to take care of her. Why couldn’t she see that?


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