Nick let out a low, amused chuckle, his fingertip brushing against the corner of Khloe's mouth, lightly tracing it. "Want to see if I can really protect you? You can try, but let's see if I can clear everything around you so thoroughly that not even a strand of your hair gets hurt."The words were clearly flirtatious, but for some reason, as Khloe gazed into his eyes, a faint chill ran down her spine. It wasn't a joke—there was something almost disturbingly possessive lurking beneath, buried deep in some shadowy, inaccessible corner.That night, Nick's phone buzzed incessantly. Khloe was woken by the noise and nudged him. His hands had been wrapped around her waist the whole time; only after a moment did he lift them to reach the nightstand and silence the phone. He did it with his eyes closed, pressing the screen into shutdown."Is it urgent? Should you answer?" Khloe asked, still sleepy.He drew her close again, his low voice rumbled, "Sleep."The next morning, Khloe woke to fin
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