“Your turn for what?”
“Getting the couch.”
His eyes narrow. “No way. You’re not taking the couch.”
“After how you slept last night, you have to be sore, and I’m not.” I don’t say it’s because he’s a good pillow, even though I want to. “Plus, you can have space if you need it.”
“You think I want space?”
“I’m giving you the option. It’s up to you.”
He huffs out a breath before his gaze lands on me. I wonder if he’s annoyed, but I see one corner of his mouth quirk upward, and I sit up straighter.
That isn’t annoyance. That’s mischief on his face.
Which is terrifying.
“What are you planning?”
He doesn’t answer and walks over to me. I’m about to ask again when he grabs my legs andpulls.
“Whoa!” I yelp as I’m launched toward him. He leans over and makes sure I don’t hit the ground and then drags me to the bed. “Nate, what the fuck.”
“Show, don’t tell. You’re not sleeping on the couch.”
I kick at him, trying to free myself. “I can do what I want.”
“Not this time.”
I manage to get free enough to scramble to my feet and make a break for the couch. He grabs me by the waist to stop me, but my foot is under his, and both of us topple onto the hard surface. I land underneath him, and the air is knocked out of my lungs. Luckily, Nate mostly catches himself so I’m not completely crushed.
But I also can’t move.
“Ow,” I hiss. “Why are you so heavy?”
“Why didyoutake my foot out? This is your fault, berry.”
I huff. “You told me what to do.”
“So, you did it harder?” He rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face. “That’s my girl.” I pause. I like the sound of beinghis. “Uh, I mean?—”
I cut him off by trying to squirm out from under him, which only makes things worse.It makesmysituation worse. He’s everywhere.
And I don’t mind it.
Nate’s body is rigid, and I swear something pokes me before he’s gone in a flash and in the bathroom.
I stare in shock. “Did I actually win?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he calls back. “I just need a minute.”
Had he gotten hard? I blush at the idea, but I’m determined not to ignore the thought that he’s attracted to me.
Scarlett is right. All the signs are there.
“I’m serious about you not sleeping on that thing,” he says as he comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later.
“One of us has to,” I remind him. “Unless we share the bed.”
