“No,” I blurt before I know better, “You can stay here.”
“Here?”
Dipping my head in a nod, I turn away and gesture for her to follow and after a second, her steps join mine. I take her to my bedroom, looking toward the bed and watch as she goes, sitting awkwardly at the end. She’s wearing tight jeans and a sweater, and I know she won’t be comfortable sleeping in that, so I go to my drawers and pull her out a t-shirt, “Wear this.”
“You want me to sleep here?” She blinks.
“You need to sleep.” I bite the inside of my cheek, “Maybe it’s because you’re alone that you can’t.”
I already know that’s the truth.
She nods.
“Will you stay?” Savannah asks.
“I live here.”
“No,” She accepts the shirt, “I mean in the room.”
“There is nowhere for me to sleep in here, Savannah.”
She glances at the bed.
Fuck.
I haven’t slept more than a couple hours in the last week, and I know if I get in that bed with her, I’ll sleep for the rest of the night.
“I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” I promise.
“Okay.” She breathes and heads to the bathroom attached to the room, shutting the door behind her.
This is such a bad fucking idea, but still, I strip out of the shirt I have on but leave my sweats in place before I head to the bed and lean against the headboard.
She returns with her hair pulled across one shoulder, my shirt falling to mid-thigh on her and everything pulls tight. It’s been too long since I saw her like this, too long since I’ve had her next to me, under me, my body inside of hers and fuck if my cock doesn’t jerk at the sight.
Her eyes roam over me, eating me up, “Are you sure this is okay?” She whispers.
“Get into bed,” I rasp attempting to hide the hard on with a pillow.
She hesitates for a moment before she walks to the bed and climbs into the spot beside me, pulling the sheets over herself as she curls onto her side.
I turn my head to her, seeing her hands are cupped beneath her cheek and her wide, blue eyes staring right at me.
“Just tonight,” I tell her.
“Just tonight,” She repeats.
Chapter Forty-six
“Close your eyes,” Killian sighs.
“I can’t.”
“What do you need, Savannah?” He turns his face toward me again for what feels like the hundredth time. We’ve been led here, him leaning on the headboard while I lay on my side facing him for an hour. I am exhausted and yet terrified to close my eyes, even though sleep is right there, and IknowI’ll sleep.
“I don’t know.”
His eyes flick around my face and then he takes a deep breath and shuffles down the bed until he is laying on his back, “Come here.”
