I rise and slowly lower one side of the blanket off my shoulder. “What if they printed this in the tabloid, would that bother you?”
“Hadley.” He frowns.
“No?” I ask playfully. “Really, this wouldn’t bother you?” I lower the blanket just a bit more, exposing skin I know he’s way more possessive of than he wants to admit aloud.
He’s staring at my bare flesh, intensity burning in his eyes. Then he’s there, right in front of me, and he yanks me into his arms and presses a tender kiss on my shoulder. When he lifts his head, he brings the blanket back over my shoulder and gives me a heated smile. “I’ve never been very good at sharing.”