Page 17 of Anchored Love
“You just can’t stop running into me,” he teased, his hands cupping my shoulders, and a smile tipped my lips. He wasn’t wrong.
“Sorry.”
His hands came around to hold me, stunning me. “Don’t be. This is a nice position.”
What was happening? No one was there to watch the performance. My head was spinning. Exhaustion from all the traveling wore me ragged. My lack of sleep from the night before had returned to haunt me.
Tearing my gaze from his, I stepped out of his embrace, not really knowing why, but doing it all the same. “Can you shower first? I need to lay down a bit.”
“Sounds good. You need your rest.”
He smirked and took a step back, moving into the bathroom. My heart hammered in my chest as the realization hit me.
One bed.
One king-sized bed, which was beautiful with blues and whites, but I wasn’t sure I was prepared to share a bed with Mason.
Exhaustion hit, and after the day I’d had sleep was calling me. I kicked my shoes off and put my hair up so it wouldn’t be all in my face. All I needed was a good nap then I’d be back to rights. Falling on the plush bed, I hugged the pillow, snuggling against it as though it was the best thing on earth. I had no more than closed my eyes before I was out.
