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Rosalind

"What?" I asked, my mouth agape. 

He patted his lap. "Sit," he casually said. 

"No!" I shook my head. "Are you out of your mind? Can't we just sit close to each other?"

He sighed. "Fine, come here," he said, gesturing to the spot next to him. 

I sighed in relief and scooted closer to him. However, he suddenly placed one of his arms around my waist and the other under my thighs. He effortlessly picked me up and placed me down on his lap, caging me in his arms and leaving me no place to escape. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I exclaimed, trying to move out of his grip. 

"See? Isn't that better?" he asked. "Don't you feel the heat created by our bodies?"

When he said that, I suddenly realized just how warm I felt. I don't know whether it was the warmth from his body or the warmth from the embarrassment that I was feeling—maybe both. 

I sighed and just leaned back on his muscular