“If I had to spend one more night listening to you puke up that milk…” Her incensed gaze snaps to him. “Yes, I imagine not waking up to your face every morning will take care of the nausea.” Wicker’s eyes burn with a vicious smirk. “And maybe without you hanging all over me every night, I’ll actually get some rest.” Her jaw drops. “Me hanging all over you?!”
