Page 53 of The Last Love Story
“Are you? You look like you’re sweating to death.”
He looks down, then waves a hand. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Jade—”
“Come on.”
His brows dart up. “What?”
“Come on. Come sleep in my room.”
He looks at me like he’s not sure he should. Then that annoying charming smirk appears. “I knew we’d end up sharing a bed eventually, but I didn’t think it would be this soon.”
I pin him with a look. A sassy one that makes his smile grow. “I’m sorry I don’t want my husband to melt into a puddle.Especially since we just got married. They’d probably accuse me of murder.”
He laughs as he climbs off the couch, then grabs my arm, looking at me sincerely. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to. My bed is huge. My room is cold. Come get some decent sleep instead of sweating all night.”
He stares at me for a beat longer. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. And don’t worry. I don’t bite. Unless you ask me to.” I give him a flirtatious smile to put him at ease, then head back down the hall.
When we get to my room, he pauses inside the doorway and lets out a long breath of relief. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Do you have a side of the bed you prefer?”
I shake my head. “I usually end up in the middle, but most of my stuff is in the nightstand on the right, so you can take the left side.”
“Got it.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, then he gestures to the bed as if I’ve forgotten what we’re supposed to be doing.
I didn’t forget. I’m a little distracted. Because it’s suddenly dawning on me he’s only wearing sleep shorts, and I’m wearing a loose tee with boy short undies. And we’re going to sleep next to each other all night.
I can’t breathe.
But when Justin raises his eyebrows, I give him a smile that hopefully doesn’t make me look psychotic and climb into bed. Lying flat on my back with my arms at my sides.
This is fine.
“Thank you,” Justin says again.
“No problem.”
“Well, uh, goodnight.”
“Night,” I chirp.
I swear I hear a stifled laugh, but I close my eyes tight, breathe deep, and try to drift off withoutmoving an inch.
Justin has a big cock.
And it’s… staring at me.
