You know I can’t mate with him. Even if we’d known each other for more than five minutes, there’s too much going on
Harper
LOL
Then don’t.
Me
He’s opening the door GTG
Harper
Good luck!
I put the device down as the door opened. Maverick dropped his phone on the nightstand, which wasn’t more than a foot from the door. The room was seriously tiny.
Maverick’s gaze moved over me slowly.
Almost predatorily.
The comforter was pulled up to my waist, so he wasn’t seeing much. I’d taken off my bra, but you couldn’t tell with my gigantic shirt.
“You look really damn good, Sugar.”
My face flushed. “We probably should’ve asked for a room with two beds.”
“Why?” Maverick pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it toward the bags we’d brought in. The sight of his abs had me struggling to remember what had been about to say.
“We, uh… need to keep things friendly. Just friendly.”
“Why?” he repeated, pulling the blankets aside and sitting down on the mattress. He was basically on top of me, because the space was so small.
“Sharing a bed is sort of intimate.”
“Being fated mates is sort of intimate. My blood is in your body. Your tongue was in my mouth thirty minutes ago, too. Is sleeping on the same mattress really that intense in comparison?”
I guess it wasn’t. “As long as you don’t snuggle.”
“I’m a werewolf. Of course I snuggle.”
I sighed, as if that was a hardship.
His grin told me he saw right through it. No one who valued coziness and comfort the way I did hated cuddling.
“I can shift, if it would make you more comfortable,” he said.
I should say yes. I knew I should.
But I didn’t.
“Want to watch a movie?” he asked, tucking an arm behind his head. It wasn’t even eight. I was exhausted enough that I probably could’ve fallen asleep anyway… if I hadn’t been sharing a bed with the Alpha I’d been trying not to let myself like for the past week.
I’d failed.
Clearly.
“Sure.” A movie sounded safer than another conversation.
