“Can I pour you a drink?” I stop myself, turning to her before I’m halfway across the room. “Or are you still on medication?”
She scoffs gently. “Please. All it’s going to do is put me to sleep. I could use that. I don’t plan on operating heavy machinery anytime soon.”
“Have you not been sleeping well?” I can’t seem to stop the stupidity from flowing out of my mouth. Who the hell would sleep well after what she’s been through?
“I’ve slept better.”
“What can we do about that?” I approach with my arm extended, offering the drink. She takes it and for one breathless instant, our fingers brush. She shudders slightly, but I don’t think it has anything to do with fear. Not if she felt the same rush of longing I did.
“There is one thing you can do.”
“Name it.”
She lifts the glass to her lips, watching me over the rim. “Come to bed with me.”