"Ivan?" I croaked. “Are you asleep?" "Yes." "Your arm,” I said stiffly. “It's around my waist." His arm had found its way around my torso, and the only response I received was his head against the nape of my neck. His hair tickled my skin, and the warmth of his breath sent goosebumps down my spine. I tried to squirm away, but he refused to let me go, pressing my back against his broad chest to keep me close. “Ever heard of personal space?” I hissed, the warmth of his body driving me crazy. “Never.” "Ivan, you're too close.” "You're too far," he whispered, tightening his grip
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