Page 47 of Bigfoot Boss
“What are you doing?” Yvette asks.
“I’m sleeping on the couch,” Sacha says.
“Nonsense!” his mom bellows. “You two have to share a bed.”
“Mom, we don’t—human parents usually don’t want their children sharing a bed under the same roof.” He glances in my direction and I realize his real reason is he thinks I would object.
“You are grown adults! You don’t need to be uncomfortable just for humanities’ sake.” Yvette shakes her head.
“We live miles from civilization because we refuse to be civilized!” his dad agrees. “Get in there and sleep in your bed with your mate!”
Sacha cringes. “We aren’t?—”
“Sacha, come sleep with me.” I reach for his hand, it’s clear that his parents think this relationship is in a more serious and stable place than we actually are. I don’t have the heart to disappoint them, and I wouldn’t actually mind sharing that big empty bed.
Sacha meets my gaze, and something changes in his eyes. “If you’re sure?”
I squeeze his hand and tug him into the bedroom with me. He drops my grip the moment we are alone. The lack of touch makes me a little sad. He leans against the closed door, leveling a long sigh.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.
“What for?”
“I didn’t know my parents would be here. I know that’s a big step. I—” he takes a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t want them to put more pressure on you, if you aren’t ready for this.”
“Your parents are great!” I almost laugh. “Certainly a surprise, but they’ve been really nice.”
“Do you like them better than me?”
“Maybe?” I tease.
His whole face lights up with his easy smile. Shit, I don’t mind sharing a bedroom with him at all.
“Turn around.” I order. “I need to change into my pajamas.”
He grumbles, but turns his back and begins tossing a pillow onto the ground and pulling the blanket from the end of the bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask once my head is through the neck-hole of my night shirt.
“Doing the gentlemanly thing and sleeping on the floor,” He says, as though it’s obvious.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve been inside me. We’re adults. Just sleep in the bed with me.”
“Are you sure you will be able to keep your hands off of me?” He smirks.
I roll my eyes. “You’re right, I won’t be able to stop myself from physically mauling you. You’re better off safely on the floor!” I shove past him and climb under the covers.
“No, no, no. It’s too late. You said I could be here.” He leaps into the bed beside me.
I don’t protest, but I do turn my back to him with a loud sigh.
The mattress beside me depresses as he stretches out, getting comfortable with the covers and pillows. He isn’t even touching me, but I can tell exactly where he’s laying. Without even looking at him, I feel like I could count the inches between our bodies. The closeness has my whole body awake and thinking of things I would rather be doing than sleeping.
Sacha’s parents are just one wall away, and I know with that impressive Bigfoot hearing, they would know everything we were doing. I’m trapped, wide awake, staring at the wall.
“What did you all do to pass the time in the evenings when you were younger?” I ask, clutching my blankets a little tighter to my chest, determined not to roll over and touch him. “You didn’t have a TV out here, did you?”
His hair rustles against his pillow as Sacha shakes his head. “We played games, we sat around the fire and did crafts. Sometimes Dad would read out loud to us. They don’t appreciate large parts of human society, but they’ve always loved human literature.”
