Lazily, I pop an eye open. “Hmm?”
“Anyone else looks relaxed after they come. You look like you’re writing an essay.”
Damn the man for reading me right. “Never you mind what’s going on in my head. That’s private.”
His lips quirk. “Time for bed.”
“Huh?”
“You need to sleep. As, for that matter, do I.”
“Are you sleeping in there?” I motion to the honey-colored bedroom.
“You chose that room, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then.”
I gust out my cheeks.
Well, then.
TEN
I VOTE FOR EQUAL MATTRESS RIGHTS!
He takesup a lot of room.
That’s my initial read on the situation.
I peer over the covers, trying to figure out how he got most of the mattress square footage, then heckle, “You need to do something because theinequality—” Tonight’s watchword. “—in this bedis purely in your favor.”
Before I know it, I’m squealing as he rolls me halfway under him, presses his leg between my thighs, then curves his arm around my waist.
“Better?”
I hmph. “How is?—”
I pause because, huh.
His front runs the full length of my back, and tell me why this is an upgrade from him stealing half of the mattress? Now, he’s stealing half of me.
I snuggle into him. “Don’t think you’ll get away with this in the summer.”
He chortles. The sound echoes softly in my ear. “Go to sleep.”
I burrow my chin into the pillow. “Okay.”
ELEVEN
TORTURE VIA WARDROBE COMING UP
When I wake up,he greets me with morning wood.
“Did I star in your dreams?”
“You always do.”
