Elias broke the kiss. “Ah-ah, hang on a moment.” He sat up, then held his arms aloft. “Gotta get these bloody cufflinks off first. Talk about a passion killer.”
Mia rolled her eyes, suddenly impatient. “Hurry up, then… fiancé.” My God, I have a fiancé—officially. How the hell did that happen?
He snapped his attention from his left wrist to Mia’s face at that word. He narrowed his eyes. “What did you say?”
“You heard me.” She grinned. “I said hurry up, then… fiancé.”
He ran his teeth over his bottom lip and shook his head. “That sounds bizarre and amazing all at once. And yes,” he carried on wrestling with his cufflinks, “I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying.”
The moment Elias got to his feet, his back to her, she took matters into her own hands. Quickly but quietly, she shoved the blanket off t
