Catching his eyes, a giggle escaped through her lips and she pressed her face into his neck. Who would have thought that Jamie MacFusty had a sense of humor? Part of her was too embarrassed to admit, even to herself, that this other side of him—the soft, tender, humorous side—made her heart flutter.

Her smile was suddenly wiped from her face and replaced with a grimace. A pained shriek escaped her lips, her nails instinctively digging into her shoulders. Rather than pushing him away, she clutched him tighter: her heels dug into the back of his calves, and her upper arms instinctively tightened.

"Be careful," she gasped, nose scrunching as she tried to adjust to the discomfort. After taking a deep—but not too deep, lest she cause her body to shift underneath him—breath, she muttered, "It hurts. Please don't move."

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