“No, I want to know.”
“Conversation over, Kayla.” He sounded almost angry with himself as he folded his arms over his chest.
I sighed and settled in on my own side of the bed, feeling a chill pass over me now that I didn’t have his body heat to keep me warm.
I sat up, and to my surprise, he sprang into a sitting position, too.
“Yer not tryin’ to leave again, are ya?”
“No,” I answered, a little alarmed by his tone. “I am a little cold, though.”
“Yeah, and…” Mick shook his head in the dark, like he was having trouble comprehending me.
“And so, I’m getting under the covers,” I answered carefully. “Which is what people do when they’re cold. Especially people who aren’t wearing any clothes.”
A moment of silence. Then: “I’m not wearin’ any clothes, either. How ’bout if I get cold without your body heat to keep me warm?”
The teasing note in his voice lifted my lips back into a smile. “I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“Why not, then?” His voice rang with faux offense. “I’m just as susceptible to a middle-of-the-night chill as the next bloke. Nobody likes to wake up freezin’, but it feels like you’re settin’ me up for that exact scenario, don’t it?”
Just like that, I found myself laughing again.
“And now you’re havin’ another laugh at me,” he grumbled. “But seriously, Kayla, what if I wake up freezin’? What then?”
I bit my lip to keep from giggling. “Then you get under the covers, just like I’m about to do.”
“Or, you could…”
He beckoned me to lie back down with him.
It didn't take much convincing.
I happily rejoined him on his side of the bed and settled into the position we’d been in before.
“You know, we couldbothget under the covers,” I pointed out.
“Shush now, Kayla,” he answered. “Off to sleep you go.”
“I mean, it’s the most practical thing to do.”
“Tryin’ to sleep here.” He drew me in even closer as he said this.
So I settled back into his arms without any further argument.
Who would have guessed that the dangerously sexy man I met on the plane that afternoon would be such an avid fan of cuddling?
Eventually, we both fell asleep. And if not for the call of my bladder, we might have stayed like that the entire night.
But after a visit to the toilet, I crept back into the suite’s gorgeous front room.
I was happy to return to snuggling with Mick in bed—giddy about it, even. But first, I needed to grab my phone and put it on a charger before crawling back into my one-night stand’s unexpectedly warm arms.
However, I froze when I found my phone lit up with a new message.
From Dwayne.
I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. But it was just a publicity stunt that got out of hand. Let’s not throw away 4 years over this. Please can we talk???
