Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Sweetheart

Chapter 134: Sweetheart

Keegan’s eyes widened the second he saw her.

She stood in the dim light of the hallway, wearing a long satin night robe that clung delicately to her frame. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in soft, tousled waves, like she had just rolled out of bed or hadn’t made it there yet. And her eyes–God, her eyes–were soft and pleading in a way that made something tighten in his chest.

“May I come in?” she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Keegan blinked, once, then again, like that might shake the vision out of his doorway.

“What? No…” he said instantly, stepping forward and blocking the entrance just enough to make a point. “Grace, don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” she asked, tilting her head ever so slightly, pretending innocence.

But he wasn’t fooled. She had to know. How could she not?

“Come here looking like…” He gestured vaguely toward her, exasperated, struggling for restraint. “That. In the middle of the night. Dressed like sin and asking to come into my room like it’s nothing.”

Grace’s lips twitched at that, and she lowered her gaze almost shyly. “I couldn’t sleep,” she murmured. “And I didn’t want to be alone.”

He exhaled hard, dragging a hand down his face. “Grace…”

“I just wanted to spend a few more hours with you. I couldn’t sleep,” she added quickly, reading the hesitation in his expression. “I just… I feel better when you’re near.”

That did it. The fight drained out of him like air from a balloon.

With a groan of surrender, Keegan stepped aside and let the door open wider.

“Just…don’t sit too close,” he muttered, though the warning lacked any real bite.

Grace smiled softly as she stepped inside, brushing past him and Keegan had to bite back another curse under his breath. She was going to be the death of him. A beautiful, perfect death.

She walked in slow, her robe swaying slightly with every step, then turned and gave

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him a look that was all too knowing. She didn’t sit–at least not right away. Instead, she hovered by the edge of the armchair near the fireplace, drawing warmth from it like she belonged there.

Keegan closed the door gently behind them and leaned his forehead against it for one brief second.

Control. Patience. Sanity.

He turned back around, and there she was.

Already in the room making herself at home

Except instead of perching innocently somewhere safe like a normal person, Grace had decided for some reason–to sprawl herself over the armchair like some half- baked temptress from a soap opera. With one leg elegantly crossed, robe just barely hanging onto one shoulder, lips parted ever so slightly.

It would’ve been sexy… if she didn’t immediately start blushing the second their eyes met.

Keegan froze in place.

“What,” he asked slowly, voice hovering between amused and alarmed, “are you doing?”

Grace shifted awkwardly, trying to re–adjust herself into a more “natural” pose. But in the process, her robe slipped a little lower and she nearly toppled off the armrest she’d been attempting to lounge on.

“I–I was trying to be… casual,” she said, clearly flustered. “Y’know. Elegant. Or something.”

Keegan blinked. “Elegant.”

“Okay, fine,” she muttered, waving a hand dramatically. “Seductive.”

He tilted his head. “Seductive.”

“Yes!” she groaned, face in her hands. “Look, in my defense, I was halfway through this great plan in my head and it felt way smoother in theory.”

“What part of the plan involved breaking into my room like a raccoon in satin?”

“I didn’t break in! You opened the door!”

“Grace, you knocked like a horror movie ghost.”

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She gasped. “I was being soft and mysterious!”

“You sounded like you were going to ask for my soul.”

She threw a pillow at him, but he caught it midair with a grin. “Also,” he added, “you do realize you’re basically attacking my self–control, right?”

“What self–control?” she shot back, smirking despite herself. “You were drooling.”

“I was not

“You were a little drooly.”

He held a hand over his chest, feigning betrayal. “You come in here, attempt a budget soap opera seduction, fall off your own leg, and I’m the one on trial?”

Grace let out a laugh, eyes sparkling as she tried to hide behind her hair. “This is not going how I imagined.”

“I don’t know,” Keegan mused, crossing the room slowly. “I’m pretty entertained.

“I was supposed to have the upper hand,” she muttered, standing abruptly as if trying to reclaim some shred of dignity. “You were supposed to be on your knees by now.”

“Well,” Keegan said, eyes raking her over with appreciation, “you’re not wrong about the effect, just… maybe misjudged the execution.”

Grace huffed. “I’m leaving. This was a mistake.”

She turned to storm off in a blur of flustered pride and silk–but, of course, tripped on the hem of her robe and nearly face–planted.

Keegan caught her mid–stumble, swiftly wrapping his arms around her waist like it was instinct. Which, at this point, it was.

Their faces were close–too close. Her hands were flat against his chest. His breath was caught somewhere in his throat. Her wide eyes blinked up at him like a deer in headlights.

“I’m a disaster,” she whispered.

“You’re my disaster.” He spoke and kissed her for the second time that night.

Because Grace Blackwood had just marched into his room in the middle of the night wearing satin and a plan, tried to seduce him like a sleep–deprived romcom heroine, tripped into his arms, and made his heart completely, irreversibly hers.

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When they finally pulled apart, breathless and slightly dizzy, Grace bit her lip and whispered, “So… I guess I’m staying?”

Keegan grinned, pressing his forehead to hers. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere.”

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