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“I said until I have time to go grab another bed from town, I’ll take the couch,” he grunts, grabbing a spare blanket and pillow from a wooden trunk in the corner of the room.
We just turned off the TV as it’s way past sundown and dark, but I didn’t put together the fact that we’d have to discuss sleeping arrangements. Until I was on the run, there were several bedrooms I could choose from on any given day. Since then, I’ve slept in cars, in questionable hotels, and almost in the freaking forest. I can handle a couch. It’s a really comfortable one, at that.
“There’s no way you’re doing that,” I exclaim, trying not to panic. “I will not force you to sleep on the couch in your own home. Not happening.”
He snorts. “You’re not forcing me to do anything. I volunteered, it’s fine.”
“It isnotfine.” My fingers dig into my hips. “If you sleep on the couch, I will sleep on the floor in protest.” Childish, yes. Necessary? Also yes!
“Oh? Will you now?”
My arms cross. “Yes, I will.”
“I won’t allow a guest to sleep on the couch, and you won’t stand for me sleeping on it either, so what exactly do you propose we do?”
“I’ll sleep on it,” I huff out.
“No, you’ll take my bed,” he argues.
This is going nowhere. “We’ll just share it!” I exclaim.
His nose crinkles. “The couch?”
“No.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “The bed. We’ll share the bed. We’re two adults, surely we can manage that, no?”
I expect an argument, or at least a protest, but he only shrugs before agreeing. “Okay, if you’re comfortable with that.”
And that’s how I end up snuggled up in a mountain man’s bed, trying to stay on my half before letting exhaustion lull me to sleep.He smells like pine needles and leather.
* * *
The sound of a door shutting hard and the smell of coffee tugs me out of a dead sleep. Confusion sinks in as I sit up straight, rubbing one eye and looking around the room.
Right.Weston. Cabin in the mountains. Safe.
Quickly and quietly, I roll out of his bed and sort myself in the bathroom. How I survived the whole night next to a man as hot as Weston without coming in my pants, I have no idea. I quietly thank whatever deity is responsible for that small miracle and try to get my sleepy brain back in gear.
Walking past the slept-in bed, I’m tempted to jump back into it—on his side this time—just to inhale the scent of him some more. It’s fucking magnetic.
With a sigh, I pad out of the room, heading toward the main space. I find the ridiculously hot and unnecessarily kind mountain man with hardly any effort. Though it is a comfortable small space, he’s so big that he sticks out, even in his own home. I mean, he’s got to be at least 6’3, two-hundred eighty pounds of pureman. Compared to my 5’8, one-twenty pounds soaking wet, he’s massive.Why am I so into that?
In the kitchen surrounded by paper bags, one of which has clothes visibly spilling out of the top, Weston spots me walking in.
“Oh, hey,” he greets gruffly, gesturing to the bags. “Those are yours.”
My throat catches. “You got me clothes?”
“Not many,” he tells me. “I couldn’t exactly buy the whole store without raising too many eyebrows, and you can’t go around swimming in my clothes to the point where you can’t move around.” There’s a pause. “Oh, and don’t worry, I had my friends up the hill keep an eye on the property while I was gone. I didn’t leave you unguarded.”
He… just wow. “This is… thank you so much. You didn’t have to—”
“It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs it off.
“It is a big deal,” I argue. “You didn’t spend too much, did you?”
He snorts like I’m amusing. “Money isn’t an issue, Beck. Trust me.”
I give him a dubious look. “You hunt for food.”
