Page 93 of Jay Bird

Willow stared at the tiny mattress. “I don’t think we can both fit.”

Jay Bird chuckled, then his expression grew more serious.

“I moved some things around in my office. There’s a bed in there now.”

“Oh.”

“You can use it for as long as you want.”

Willow looked at him. Something in his face told her there was more.

“Or?” Jay Bird hesitated. “Or you could sleep with me.”

Her heart skipped.

He immediately continued. “And I mean sleep, Willow.”

She smiled slightly. “I know.”

“Nothing else has to change. Nothing happens unless you want it to happen. I just…” He glanced toward Lily before looking back at her. “I wouldn’t mind having you beside me.”

Willow’s chest tightened as she realized he had given her a choice. Well, two, actually.

She could have a room of her own, or share his bed if she chose. Either way, it came with no expectations.

She thought about the past month—the nights on the couch with his arm around her, the kisses, and the way he always asked before touching her whenever he wasn’t sure. She thought about the week she had spent without him and the realization that she didn’t need Jay Bird to survive. She just wanted him in her life, and that was a huge difference.

Willow reached for his hand, and his fingers closed around hers. She stepped closer, then kissed his cheek.

“I think I would like to share your bed.”

Jay Bird searched her face.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

A slow smile appeared. “Okay.”

“But if you snore, I’m moving into the office.”

“I don’t snore.”

“That’s what people who snore always say.”

“I’ve never had complaints.”

Willow raised an eyebrow, and Jay Bird seemed to realize how that sounded.

“That’s not—”

She started laughing. “I’m kidding.”

“Jesus.”

He tugged gently on her hand until she bumped against his chest, and Willow smiled up at him as he kissed her forehead.

Then Lily yelled from behind them. “Momma! Jay! Look!”