I shook my head. “I’ve never had it likethat.It was incredible.”
He grinned and gently ruffled my hair before getting up to clear the dishes. “Well, you’re welcome. I’ll make it again any time you want.”
My eyes slipped shut as post-dinner fatigue set in. “Yes, please…”
When Ramsay finished, he came over and tapped me on the shoulder. “Hey. Decide where you’re gonna sleep tonight before you pass out on me, yeah?”
“Mm.” My body felt heavy and I realized I was swaying. I jerked upright, pressing back against the seat. My eyes travelled to the loft where a grand bed awaited me--if I asked.
And in my mind’s eye, Ramsay was there with me.
“Bed,” I finally decided.
“Bed it is.”
Before I could muster the energy to get out of the chair myself, Ramsay had scooped me up like I weighed nothing. His biceps bulged against me as he held me to his chest with one arm, the other one busy climbing the staircase.
“You’re strong,” I mumbled.
He let out a soft chuckle. “Sure am.”
Fatigue settled heavily on me like a weighted blanket. The combination of the wine and the food, and the warm atmosphere, and all the crazy events leading up to this moment… my body decided it wanted a break, and would take it by force if I didn’t try to sleep soon.
As Ramsay laid me down on one side of the bed, I was already drifting away. I tried to keep my eyes open, to watch what he would do, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, it was lights out for me.
