He pushed a strand back behind one ear. "I'm glad you finally decided to sleep with me."
"We didn't sleep together. Well, we did sleep, but nothing else," she muttered. "So, you're awake."
He grinned. "And so are you."
"You're probably wondering what I'm doing in bed with you."
He propped himself up on the pillows. "Actually, I'm just hoping you'll stay."
"I was worried about you. I didn't think you should be left alone. I was just going to rest for a minute, but I fell asleep."
"I'm not angry, Andrea."
"Well, I don't want you to read anything into this."
"Into the fact that we're in bed together? That you were wrapped up around me while you slept? Why would I read into that?"
Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. "I'm always a little restless when I sleep."
"I'll keep that in mind the next time."
"There's not going to be a next time, Alex." She blew out a breath. "How's your hand?"
"It hurts," he said, admitting the truth.
"You probably need another painkiller."
"Maybe a kiss would do the trick."
She frowned. "You never quit flirting, do you?"
Her question drove the smile off of his face. "That's not what I'm doing."
"It's not?"
He stared back at her, wanting to say so many things, but in the end he said nothing.
"I should get up," she said finally.
"Where's Tyler?"
"Probably asleep."
He glanced at the clock by the bed. It was seven. He had promised Tyler's foster parents that he would get him to school. "We have to get up. I have to drive him to school."
"I don't think you're going to be driving anywhere today."
"I can manage with one hand," he muttered.
A door slammed down the hall, and she jumped off the bed. "Tyler is awake."
"Don't worry. He won't come in here without knocking."
"I can't imagine what he would think if he saw me in here. Actually, I can imagine. He already asked me if I was your girlfriend."
"What did you tell him?"
"No, of course."