“Prepping the bed.”
“Why?”
I pause and look up. “To sleep. What else?”
She looks at me like I’ve gone mad. “So you’re just gonna … sleep now?”
I tilt my head. “Yeah … with you.”
Jasmine
* * *
Sleep?
With me?
My eyes widen.
He’s not attempting to … get me to have sex with him, is he?
Suddenly, I picture him in the nude, cock swaying back and forth, while he climbs under the sheets with me, and I can’t stop the blush from spreading all over my face.
“W-what?” I mutter, completely befuddled.
“Are you tired or not?” he asks with a grumpy voice.
I nod, still confused.
“Then we sleep,” he says, and he sits down on the bed like it’s no big deal.
So he doesn’t actually … want to sleep with me?
He just wants to sleep… together?
“You can’t be serious.”
He frowns, annoyed. “It’s a bed. It’s for sleeping.”
“Oh, no.” I sit up straight in the seat. “I’m not crawling into the same bed as you.”
His brow rises. “You want to sleep in the freezer room instead?”
Just the thought makes a shiver roll down my spine, and I shake my head.
He props up the pillow and points at it. “Then you will sleep here. With me.”
I don’t think I’ve got much of a choice here.
It’s either sleep on the cold, freezing floor or huddled up in a small bed together with … him.
I look him up and down, and I suddenly become aware of just how huge he is. As well as the cock dangling in his pants that was in my mouth before…
Good God.
Why do my eyes do this to me?
I blink a couple of times to make the image disappear, but it’s hard when he’s looking at me like he’s waiting for me.