I shake my head even though she most likely can’t see me and step over to the other side of the bed. “No, I’m good. Are you okay?”
“Mmm hmm. You smell nice.”
A soft chuckle escapes me. “Nah, you’re just sleep talking.”
I pull back the covers a bit and then freeze before climbing into bed. “Uuh…just so you know, I didn’t pack pajama bottoms because I wasn’t expecting company. I’m just sleeping in my underwear. Is that going to bother you?”
“Is it going to bother you?” she hums.
“Uh, no. Not at all.”
“Then it doesn’t bother me. Good night fake fiancé.”
I slide into bed with the realization I haven’t slept with a woman in quite some time. Like, actually slept. My dick is betraying me once again like an energetic puppy that doesn’t want to be tamed. I’m more than grateful the room is dark and that I can just lie here on my back until she falls asleep.
“Goodnight, Turtle Tit Tayla.”
With a tired chuckle she takes a deep breath, and I don’t hear another word from her. I, on the other hand, lie awake at least another hour listening to her sleep, inhaling her wonderfully inviting scent and wondering how on earth I’m going to make it through the rest of this week.
CHAPTERNINE
ADRIENNE
I am unusually warm.
And comfortable.
Oh, so comfortable.
This body pillow is like none I’ve ever slept on before. It makes me want to never open my eyes and just fall back into blissful sleep, but just as I consider it, my pillow moves.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
My eyes spring open as I come back to reality from whatever dream state I was in, and I quickly realize my entire body is wrapped up in Dr. Aris McElfry.
Literally.
My head is nestled in the corner of his upper body between his chest and collar bone. My legs are entwined with his. My right arm is sprawled across his naked torso.
Oh God, is he completely naked?
I can’t tell with these blankets over us.
He did not climb into bed naked last night, right?
He wouldn’t.
Would he?
Do I peek?
Would he know if I peeked?
Would that wake him?