“What?” he wondered, head falling back so he could gaze up at me, nose wrinkled in confusion.
It was criminal how utterly adorable he was.
“The picture of innocence, incorruptible, and delicately beautiful, just as dolls are.”
A new blush made his face flame, and I enjoyed my front-row seat to its bloom.
“Dolls can also be nightmares. Haven’t you ever seenChucky?”
Arching one eyebrow, I asked, “Should I be afraid to sleep next to you?”
His lips parted with a breathless gasp. “What?”
“It’s after midnight. Time for bed.”
He wrenched free and stumbled toward the sofa. “I’m not sleeping with you!”
“Why not?”
He sputtered and flung out his arms. “This place is massive. Surely, there’s more than one bedroom.”
I shook my head. “Afraid not.”
He patted the back of the sofa. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“A couch is not a bed.”
He scoffed lightly. “This is way better than my bed at home.”
I countered, “If you sleep on the couch, how will I check on you throughout the night?”
He shook his head adamantly. “Y-you don’t n-need to. The doctor said waking a head injury patient every hour so they don’t fall into a coma is just a myth.”
I pursed my lips. “Are you a virgin?”
“No!”
“Then why does it matter if we share a bed? I’m not going to take advantage of you.”
His eyes lowered to the floor. One foot piled on top of the other, and his toes wiggled.
“Haz.”
“I’ve never slept with anyone before,” he rushed out.
“But you just said?—”
“I’ve had sex. But I’ve neversleptwith anyone.”
Unchecked possession roared through me, so pungent I thought it might be adrenaline. I wasn’t surprised he wasn’t a virgin, but hearing there was another first that was not spoken for?
It was mine.
I was taking it.
I refused to take no for an answer.
My resolve must have shown on my face because his eyes rounded like saucers the moment I stepped forward. But I didn’t waste haste.
