She raises an eyebrow. “I don’t want to know.”
I scoff. “Fine. I’ll take the floor.”
She tilts her head, studying me. “Or you could just sleep in the bed next to me like a normal person. Unless you’re planning to make it weird? Are you going to make this weird, Enzo?”
I like her like this—playful, unguarded.
But every cell in my body is screaming that sharing a bed with Remy Ray is a bad decision.
“Nothing about me is weird.” I roll my shoulders. “I’m taking the left side.”
“Like hell you are.” She throws a pillow at me. “I called it first.”
I catch the pillow mid-air, laughing. “You didn’t call anything.”
“I thought it. That counts.” She’s already claiming the left side, sitting on the edge. “Right side is all yours, big guy.”
And, of course, I am going to let her have her way.
Dinner is awkward. Kelly serves pot roast and homemade bread while making cheerful conversation. Remy handles it with grace, asking questions and laughing at Kelly’s stories like we’re not about to spend the night in the same bed. I push food around my plate and try not to think about what happens once dinner ends.
By nine o’clock, exhaustion is setting in, and we are settled back in the room. The adrenaline from the emergency client meeting, the stress of being stranded, and the constant awareness of Remy sitting across from me… It’s all catching up.
Remy stands, grabbing her bag. “I’m going to shower. Unless you want to go first?”
“Go ahead.”
She disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the water start.
I sit on the edge of the bed, head in my hands. Remy is ten feet away. Naked. Water running over her skin. And I’m supposed to sleep next to her tonight like it’s nothing.
My body doesn’t get the memo. Blood rushes to my dick.
I need to think about anything else. Quarterly reports. Server configurations. That time Breck got food poisoning from bad sushi.
It’s not working.
I stand up and pace to the window, putting distance between myself and the bathroom door. Cold air. I need cold air. I crack the window open and take a deep breath, willing my body to calm down.
Twenty minutes later, Remy emerges in an oversized robe from the closet with her hair damp and her face scrubbed clean of makeup. The robe swallows her frame, and I’m staring again.
She climbs into bed and pulls the covers up. “Bathroom is all yours.”
“Please tell me there’s another robe.” We weren’t expecting to stay overnight, so neither of us has pajamas.
“There’s not.” She fluffs the pillow behind her head. “You’ll survive sleeping in your underwear for one night.”
I stand there like an idiot, trying to figure out my options.
She finally looks at me. “We’re adults, Enzo. I’ve seen men in less clothing at the gym. We’ll put a pillow between us.”
I clear my throat. “I sleep light. Don’t?—”
I stop.Don’t what? Don’t leave? Don’t disappear in the middle of the night?
Fuck. Where did that come from?
Remy tilts her head, waiting. “Don’t what?”
