“Sky?”
She didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at him.
What the hell was going on? Even though it was dark, he could see the blue of her eyes seemed glazed.
“Peaches? Are you okay?”
Without a word, she moved toward him. It took her getting halfway across the room for him to realize she was sleepwalking.
Shit. He’d had a friend in the military who was a sleepwalker, and Sky’s movements were eerily similar.
As he watched, she lowered beside him on the couch—then snuggled into his chest.
For a moment, he didn’t move.
What the fuck was he supposed to do? Wake her?
His friend always told them not to wake him if he walked in his sleep. Something about triggering a stress response.
But he couldn’t stay here. He had to get up…right?
She nuzzled her face into his shoulder before whispering three words.
“Don’t leave me.”
Even if he wanted to get up, her peachy scent pulled him in. And the way her soft curves melted into his hard edges—he didn’t want to separate from her.
A few minutes passed before he pulled the blanket up over their bodies. He’d probably regret this in the morning, but he didn’t care.
He closed his eyes, and finally, with her body pressed against his, Becket slept.
CHAPTER12
There was someone behind Sky. Someone warm and hard. Their heavy arm was strung around her waist, weighing her down to the soft surface beneath her.
Her eyes flashed open to see a wooden coffee table in front of her. Not her wooden coffee table. Nothing in this room was hers. Everything was too dark, the tones too masculine. And was that a figurine of a dinosaur with a penis-shaped head?
She scrunched her eyes, recounting everything from last night. The bar. The cocktails. Clara dropping her off at home. Then…
She gasped—but then immediately wanted to slap her hand over her mouth.
Clara had dropped her at the wrong house.Becket’shouse.
Because she thought they were dating?
God, it didn’t matter why. The point was, she had. Then Sky had told him about Eloise before falling asleep on his couch.
Stupid! Why had she drunk so much and let the alcohol turn her into a bumbling idiot?
But wait…she hadn’t fallen asleep with Becket. She’d been alone on the couch. So why was he wrapped around her like a pretzel? Had he decided to climb in after she was asleep?
Creep.
“Thinking pretty hard there, Peaches.”
She elbowed him in the stomach, getting a very satisfying grunt in response, before scrambling off the couch. Of course, in her haste, she fell on the floor, almost hitting her head on the coffee table, but she didn’t let that slow her down. She shot to her feet, the air whipping in and out of her lungs.
“What the hell, Hayes?” she yelled.
