His head snapped up. “Please don’t.”
“Why?” I sunk down to kneel between his feet.
“Because I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to resist you.” His hands balled into fists.
My lips twitched, and I fought a smile. “I won’t press. But come sleep in the bed. You need sleep.”
“I’ll take the floor. I’ll be fine.”
“Fine.” I didn’t know why I retreated, but I pushed to my feet and got into bed.
He moved after a few moments, trying to find space on the floor. I held out a pillow, and he took it. I closed my eyes, but the room spun, and I knew I’d be sick if I stayed that way, so I sat up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just dizzy. It’s nothing.”
He sat up and hit the wall again. “Goddess, damn this tiny room.”
I giggled and then clapped a hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” he admitted.
I shoved out of bed because sitting wasn’t working either.
This time, he didn’t try and move, even as I brushed past his shoulder. I flung open the window leaning on the sill while I sucked in fresh air.
“That bad?”
“Not when I’m standing.” I gripped the edge, swaying. “How long ago did I have that last drink?”
“It’s only been a candle mark or so.”
I groaned because, knowing my body, it would be another hour at least before I could rest. “Remind me never to drink again.”
He laughed. “Do you need a bucket?”
“Don’t laugh! I drank as much as a couple of dragons, and you’re both twice my size!”
“We also burn it off faster than you do, so we have to drink more.” He sounded a little apologetic.
I huffed. “You should have warned me.”
“Sounds like an error in judgment on your part, Trix.”
“I wasn’t allowed out at taverns, let alone drinking with dragons.” I hiccuped.
He laughed harder.
“I hate you a little.”
“Well, if there is one upside to tonight…” Faolan said playfully.
I turned on him to tell him off, forgot how small the room was, tripped, and ended up in his lap.
We both froze.
TWENTY-FIVE
