I watch with my mouth agape as he waltzes into his room. My feet feel frozen to the ground, as if someone spread super-glue on the carpet while I wasn’t looking.
I hear Nathan loudly shuffling around in his room, and worried it’s going to wake other people up with his door open, I follow him in.
A quiet whistle of appreciation leaves my lips. “I see someone’s receiving star treatment,” I say, nodding down to his king-sized bed, the room significantly bigger than mine and Madison’s.
“Your mom booked me one of the best rooms. What can I say? I think she secretly loves me.”
“Yeah, I dare you to say that to her face.”
I stand awkwardly at the foot of the bed, my fingers finding my lip as they pick at it.
“You always do that when you’re nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“Mmm-hmm, sure.” He shoots me a dazzling smile. “Worried to share a bed with me, princess? Concerned you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “More like concerned for your career if anyone finds out I’m in here. Trust me, I’m perfectly capable of keeping my hands to myself.”
Nathan takes a small step closer before removing his glasses and setting them aside. “Good to know.” He pauses, eyes skating down my bare legs before he clears his throat. “I’ll take the armchair.”
I pinch my brows together, and he whips a blanket off the end of the bed and settles down on the armchair—that’s far too small for him—in the corner of the room.
“Are you kidding?” I snatch the blanket from his body. “Nathan, you have a game tomorrow. You’re not sleeping on the chair. Move.”
I attempt to shove him aside by pushing his shoulder, but his gaze remains fixed on my hand, gripping his muscle. A jolt of electricity surges through my arm, and the tingling sensation quickly becomes addictive.
We’re silent for a few seconds.
He then gestures back to the bed as I release him. “Mae, seriously, take the bed.”
“I know you’re trying to be a gentleman right now, but it’s not the time. If you lose your game tomorrow because you wake up with a crick in your neck, I’ll be the one to blame, so get your ass over there and get into bed.”
“Someone’s bossy in the bedroom.”
His innuendo makes me freeze, and I narrow my eyes. “Not the time. I’m sleeping on the chair, so get off.”
He stands up, and just as I’m about to take his place, he snatches the bottle of water from my hand and pours the contents onto the fabric armchair, leaving a huge wet patch. “Now no one’s sleeping on it.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Get in the bed, Mae.”
I wait as I watch him slip into bed, raising his eyebrows at me as he waits.
“Nathan, this is—”
“I have a game tomorrow, and you have a performance. Neither of us will benefit from sleeping in that chair, and since you won’t let me and I won’t let you, I guess the bed is our only option.” He cocks his head. “Now, will you get in, or will I have to pound Madison’s door down so she lets you into your room?”
My eyes round, and I shake my head as I slip into the bed beside him. It’s big enough that we don’t have to touch, but I can feel the heat radiating off him, breaking my body out in a light sweat.
It really isn’t helping that he’s fucking shirtless.
“Do you need any more of the comforter?” he asks me after he sees me shivering, and as he grips the top of it and shifts it over to my side, I rest myself back on one of my elbows to take it from him.
But in doing so, his hand grazes my hard nipple, and an involuntary hushed moan escapes my mouth.
Nathan’s jaw clenches. He’s already snapped his hand away, but I swear I see his eyes shift from an olive-green colour to a dark emerald as he looks down at my breasts, accentuated by my position.
