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“Never took you for a pro-wall type.”
Still refusing to find him funny, I pat the last pillow into place and lay on my side, facing away from him. “With a bed this size, I’m assuming you’ll have no problem staying on your side.”
“Cross my heart.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Is the typing gonna keep you up?”
I shrug because I don’t know.
A few more moments go by before he says, “Goodnight, Savannah.”
And as his fingers tap against his keyboard, I let exhaustion pull me into oblivion.
CHAPTER28
Savannah
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”The voice rumbles against my ear, and I turn my head into the sound.
A disturbingly familiar weight increases around my back, and I groan as my situation becomes clear. “Son of a bitch.”
The chest under my face shakes with a chuckle. “Don’t get mad at me, I’m not the one that broke down your well-constructed partition.”
I grumble more curses, his chest hair tickling my lips, but I have a feeling he’s telling the truth. Because this is not the position I fell asleep in.
At least my leg isn’t thrown over his this morning. Instead, I’ve just burrowed into his side.
“I’d love to stay here, trust me.” His exhale ruffles my hair. “But I have the movers meeting us in just over an hour. So, we gotta get going.”
I roll my face enough so I’m not speaking directly into his body. “Movers for what?”
“For your house.”
That response has me opening my eyes, tilting my head back enough to look at him. “What do you mean, my house?”
“I’m warm and comfortable right now, so try to not freak, when I remind you that you live here now.”
I roll my eyes. “God, you’re annoying in the morning.”
He grins, “Just the morning?”
With the hand I have draped across his waist, I grip the blankets, then yank them back in one quick motion. The movement snaps them to my side of the bed, exposing all of King’s previously covered skin to the air-conditioned air.
I almost laugh at the yelp he lets out, but as I try to scoot away, he rolls on top of me.
“You’re a damn menace.”
“That’s rich, coming from my blackmailer.” I try to act unaffected at having his body over mine. Just like I try to pretend I don’t feel his morning wood against my belly, all while reminding myself that I hate this man.
His sleepy smile tells me my barb didn’t bother him. “I’ll get ready in the guest room, since I don’t think you’re quite ready to share a shower.” Heat shoots down my spine, picturing what it might be like to have him with me, in the steam filled shower, covered in suds. “But if you’re not ready in an hour, I’m coming in.”
His hips flex while he says the last three words, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. The innuendo received.
And then I continue to lay there, staring at the ceiling, as he rolls off me, and strides his fine ass out of the room.
* * *
It’s weird.Being here, withhim.
This whole morning has felt surreal. Starting with waking up together, then seeing my minivan in King’s garage. I’d pressed my hand against his passenger side window when I saw it, hardly believing my eyes.
