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"And women really want that?"

"Not women. Men." I smile and nudge his side. "Women don't have to pay for sex."

"That's why I was confused. Huh. I didn't think Levi would do that."

"You'd be surprised what people will do when they're desperate, although I think Levi actually likes doing that. At least that's what he says. He only does it with rich guys who have great style. His words, not mine. A lot of these guys are married with kids. Being with Levi is some kind of weird fantasy for them. I don't get it."

"I don't either." Miles stops by a coffee shop. "Want to go in? Grab a coffee? Or maybe an apple fritter?" He smiles.

"I'd love one but I'm too full. And I don't think they have them here."

"Then we'll go to the other coffee shop. We'll go in the morning and get them while they're fresh."

I'm about to tell him for the millionth time to stop buying me stuff but I know he won't listen and I really would love an apple fritter in the morning.

When we're back at his apartment, it's after ten. He goes to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

"Want one?" he asks.

"I think I'll just go to sleep." I head to the couch.

"Raine, you're not sleeping there. Go up to the bed."

"I can't let you sleep on the couch. This is your place. You get the bed."

"Or," he sets his water down and comes over to me, "we could share the bed."

"Like people do when they're dating?" I raise my brows. "Did you forget we're not dating?"

"I didn't forget. But I don't see anything wrong with sharing a bed. You share a bed with Gladys every night. Just pretend I'm Gladys."

I laugh. "You're nothing like Gladys. Not even close."

"So pretend we're having a sleepover. Nothing has to happen," he smiles, "unless you want it to."

Of course I want it to. Sex with him was amazing and I'd love to do it again, but it'll only make me more attached to him.

"I'm going upstairs," I say, deciding not to address the sleeping arrangements.

When I get to his room I take my jeans off, then slip into his soft sheets, my head sinking into the down pillow.

A few minutes later, I hear him come upstairs. Then I feel the bed move as he gets in.

"I didn't say you could sleep here," I say, my back to him.

"You didn't say I couldn't." His arm goes around my waist. I should get up and go downstairs to the couch. But I can't make myself do it. This feels way too good.

"Goodnight, Raine," Miles says, pulling me closer.

"Goodnight."

We fall asleep, and in the morning when I wake up, he's not there.

"Miles?" I call out.

"Downstairs," he calls back. "Wait there. I'll be right up."

I sink back into the warm comfy bed, pulling the covers over me. I haven't slept that well in years. I didn't wake up one time the whole night. In the tent, I wake up several times an hour, hearing noises and having to check that Gladys and I are safe. Gladys can sleep through anything so I act as the watchman at night.

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