MALIA’S POV

He pulled the covers up a bit, yanked the pillow out of my arms, tossed it to the head then replaced it with his body.

This was much better.

He gathered me in his arms, sliding a thigh between my legs so I hooked one on his hip and pressed close, my hands on his chest.

“What happened?” he asked.

“What?” I asked back.

“You’re different,” he observed.

I was. And maybe he wouldn’t like me being different. Maybe, when the thrill went out of the chase because there was no chase, he’d lose interest.

All my contentment vanished and I felt my body get stiff.

“Shit, there...