Page 7 of Line Change

She nods, starting the show back up. At first, I barely pay attention, but after five minutes, I’m hooked. She wasn’t kidding about how much of a train wreck it is, but I also can’t stop watching. She yawns after the third episode ends.

“I want to keep watching, but I’m beat.” She stretches her arms over her head, and I can’t help staring at the bit of skin that peeks out from under her shirt. I shift in my seat, wondering if it’s as soft as it appears.

“Me too.” I tear my eyes away from her and check the time on my phone. “Shit, it’s after ten. Let me show you to my room.”

I lead her down the hall to my bedroom where I point out where she can plug her phone in and where the light switches are.

“What time do you usually get to work?” I lean against the doorframe.

“Around nine or nine-thirty unless I have an early meeting, which I don’t.”

“Alright, we’ll plan to leave here around eight forty-five. Or would you rather leave by eight-thirty?”

She glances up from where she was plugging her phone in. “I can get a rideshare. No reason for you to drive me to the arena to just turn around and come back here for a few hours then drive thirty minutes back to the arena for practice later.”

I level her a look. “I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. Do I need to do anything for the cats?” I ask, turning on my heel.

“No, they have water and food. If you could leave the door to the guest bathroom open if you don’t mind, so they can get to their litter.”

“Night, Sutton.”

“Good night.”

I close the door to my bedroom behind me and make my way into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I peel my shirt off before stretching out on the couch. As I’m attempting to get comfortable, I hear the unmistakable creak of my bedroom door opening, and Sutton comes padding down the hall.

“You alright, love?” I lift my head when she comes to a halt in front of me.

She shakes her head. My heart rate kicks up.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is ridiculous.”

I furrow my brows. “What’s ridiculous?”

“You sleeping on the couch. Look at you.” She flaps her hand around. “Your bed is big enough for the two of us. We’re adults. We can share a bed and just sleep.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

She crosses her arms. “Right now, what’s making me uncomfortable is knowing you’re trying to sleep on this couch, which is too small for you.”

I stare at her for a few seconds. She’s not wrong. It isn’t big enough. There’s no way I’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight. But what choice did I have? There’s no way I was going to make her sleep on it. She’s my guest, not to mention she’s pregnant, so I took the couch. But now she’s offering me another option, and since she’s the one suggesting we share my bed, can I really turn her down? Do I want to?

“Point taken.” I stand, grabbing my pillow, and follow her into my bedroom. I snort when I see the pillow barrier she’s built down the middle of the bed. She climbs into the side she’s claimed and pats the other side.

“Time for bed.”

I do what she asks, because who am I to deny her what she wants?

Chapter four

Sutton