From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 288

Of course I’m worried you might take advantage of me,” Olivia Bennett shot back, tilting her chin defiantly as she stared up at him.

Her eyes met Ethan Carter’s, their faces just inches apart. Olivia could see her own reflection in his gaze, and for a split second, she froze. Flustered, she looked away and mumbled, “Stop hovering around like that and go put a shirt on, will you?”

Honestly. Roaming around half-naked—did he have no consideration for her feelings at all?

She wasn’t some hopeless flirt, but she wasn’t blind either.

Ethan grinned, nodding as if he’d just made a serious decision. “You know, if you want to take advantage of me, you totally can.”

Olivia’s eyes went wide. “Excuse me, what did you just say?”

He shrugged, all casual confidence. “I could just stay like this. You want to take advantage, go for it.”

She couldn’t deal with this. Her cheeks flamed red. “You’re impossible,” she huffed, giving him a gentle shove toward the bedroom. “Go get dressed. Seriously, who even says stuff like that?”

Her palm pressed against his chest—warm skin on warm skin. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady beneath her hand.

Ethan’s expression darkened as he gently took her hand and moved it away from his chest. “Alright, I’ll stop messing with you. I’ll go get changed.”

He let go, leaving Olivia blinking in surprise. She watched him disappear into the walk-in closet, her brows lifting just a little—was it weird she almost wished he’d stayed to banter a bit longer?

Inside the closet, Ethan paused, letting out a wry laugh. He’d thought he had more self-control than this, that he could tease her without it getting to him. But the second her hand touched his chest, his heart rate had gone haywire. Any more, and things would have gotten out of hand real fast.

He sighed softly, changed into a t-shirt and jeans, and returned to the living room.

Olivia was curled up on the couch, head down, tapping away at her phone.

Ethan sat beside her, watching her play a quick round of Candy Crush. Only when she paused did he ask, “So, everything sorted out?”

“Yeah, Dad said it’s fine,” Olivia replied, without looking up.

Ethan nodded. The game over, Olivia finally put her phone aside and glanced at him. “I told Dad if he needs anything, you’re the guy to call.”

“Of course,” Ethan said, not the slightest bit bothered.

She smiled, hesitated, then announced, “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Alright.” Ethan stood up, then reached down to help her up. “Let me grab you some clothes.”

He returned a minute later with a fresh set of pajamas. Olivia cradled them in her arms and looked up at him. “Bend down.”

He obliged, and she leaned in, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Thanks, hubby.”

Her eyes sparkled, brighter than the sky outside.

Ethan felt his heart flutter, the brush of her lips sending a shiver through him. He grinned, ruffling her hair. “You’ve really got to stop teasing me.”

“It was just a kiss,” Olivia protested, sighing dramatically. “Fine, I won’t kiss you anymore.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “No way.”

“So bossy,” Olivia muttered, giving him a look. “So I have to ask to kiss you, but I also can’t not kiss you? You tell me—what am I supposed to do?”

He thought for a second, then said, “Kiss me all you want. I’ll just have to return the favor later.”

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