When Walker joins us, his hair is wet, curls twist the ends. He enters the room, wearing only a pair of small boxer shorts. He shuts and locks the door behind him, then crosses the room to the windows and checks those locks as well.
If paranoia burned calories, Walker would’ve disappeared into thin air by now.
Levi climbs into bed, followed by Santiago, who spoons him from behind. The sight has my heart warming in my chest.
But then I’m reminded that I’m now locked in a room with three sexy men who are wearing less than I am.
Keeping my eyes on the floor, I tuck Bear in and saunter to the side of the bed opposite Levi and Santiago. I nestle down under the thick comforter and silk flat sheet, leaving about a foot of space between Levi and me.
Heavy, long breaths come from Levi and Santiago already.
Walker snags a simple navy wingback chair situated by the windows and drags it right in front of the door. He takes a seat, attempts to make himself comfortable, and flips off the lights.
The only light in the room streams in from the minuscule amount of space under the door, but it’s enough for me to see.
The sight of Walker in the small chair is comical.
His shoulders are wider than the armrests, and his head is much higher than the top of the chair.
Scooting closer to Levi, I flip back the corner of the covers in invitation. “There’s enough room on the bed for you.”
“Someone needs to keep watch.”
I sit up in bed. “If you’re going to watch me sleep, I’m going to start calling you Edward.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I’ll let you borrow the book,” I return.
Walker’s silent for a beat before he explains, “I’m not watching you. I’m watching the door.”
His back is to the door, but he’s supposed to bewatchingthe door?
Sounds like an excuse.
The weight of the entire day slowly seeps into my bones, causing my next argument to come out wearily. “Bear is on guard duty. Get your ass in bed.”
“Blake.” He says my name like it’s enough to get me to let this go.
It’s not.
“You can be the little spoon,” I jest.
“Blake,” he says again.
Sighing, I lie back down, my hands above my head for dramatic effect. “Walk, you won’t be able to do your job if you’re barely able to keep your eyes open tomorrow. We all need sleep. It’s been a long night.” I peek my head up. “Please.”
I watch his shoulders droop as he gives in.
A bed is always better than a chair.
He heaves himself up and pads on light feet to my side. He lifts the blanket, and I slide over an inch as he lies down beside me.
I turn onto my side and face Levi, with less than an inch of space on either side of me. Then I feel Walker’s arm slide under my head and his other arm drape over my hip. His warm, naked chest rests against my back.
“Keep your hands to yourself, Baby Girl,” he mumbles sleepily.
Closing my eyes, I nuzzle backward into him. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
