“I couldn’t resist. I knew you’d have to check on me.”
“Get up right now!” I demand.
I must shock him, because he stands. He’s in his boxers again, but I won’t let his half-naked body distract me from my task.
As soon as he gets up, I take his place on the sofa.
“Liz, no!” he whispers.
“Too late. I’m already here. Goodnight, Finn.”
“I told you, you’re not sleeping on my couch. That’s not right.”
“I don’t care what you want. There’s nothing you can do about it. Now go to bed.”
He stands over me, shaking his head. I reach out for the blanket to cover myself and he pulls it away and throws it on the floor.
“Oops. Guess you’d better go get it.”
I sigh. “Nope. I’m good. It’s warm in here.”
He crosses his arms. “Fine with me. I’ll stand here all night and look at your thong.”
“Dammit, Finn. Stop.” I try to pull down his t-shirt and he laughs.
“Please toss me the sweats?”
“Nope. Go get them yourself.”
“What happened to the gentleman who insisted on opening doors for me all night? What would your mother say if I told her you wouldn’t help me?”
“She’d say good for me for trying to give you my bed like a gentleman.”
“Hand me the blanket. Iwantto sleep here, okay?”
“No. It’s not okay. Please sleep in my bed. I swear the couch is perfectly fine for me.”
He crosses his arms and stands over me, staring. The light from the window casts a glow on his muscular arms and solid thighs. I turn my eyes toward the blanket on the floor and attempt to reach for it without getting off the couch.
He takes a step back, as if to give me more room, so I lean farther out. When I do, he pulls me off the couch and onto the floor, taking my spot.
“Ow,” I mumble. “Oh God, that really hurt. I can’t move my arm.”
“What?” he questions, rolling off the couch and falling to his knees next to me on the floor. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I was just—”
Before he finishes his sentence, I bolt onto the couch with the blanket and laugh.
“You lose, loser,” I snicker.
“That was cheap.”
“Yep. Face it, loser. I get the couch.”
He rolls his neck and flexes his arms, as if he’s getting ready to exercise.
“Finn, just go to bed.”
He bends down and slides his hands under me, lifting me and the blanket simultaneously into his arms.
