“So jealous, you tried to assassinate me that night you came to my room while I slept.” He exhaled a forced breath. “I did.” “And why didn’t you carry through with it?” “Am I to believe you’re disappointed that I didn’t kill you?” “I’m simply curious as to why.” “You want the truth?” “Always, yes.” “Your snoring.” “What?” Heat flared in my cheeks. “I don’t …. I don’t snore.” “You do. Was awful that night. Scared me shitless.” I pressed my lips together, half burying my face into the pillow to hide a giggle at the visual of that. “You’re laughing. I can feel the bed shaking.” His comment made
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