Wait a minute, if he's going to be sharing a room with Rumer where will I go.
"That means Milly comes with me. To stay in our room."
"Wait, what?" Did I miss something? Is everyone on board with this? One minute I was talking nightgowns with Betsy and the next I'm being handed off to someone like we're back in the Middle Ages and I can't take care of myself.
"There are two guys in the bunkbed room. The couples don't have to worry about anything and only you and Rumer are alone by yourselves."
"And me! Hello, I'm the victim here! I need protection, not Rumer and Milly. No one wants to look at them naked!" Tinsley shrieks the words like she has lost all patience trying to be social...or civil.
"Will one of the guys from the bunkbed room stay with Tinsley?"
"What? No! Why can't...,"
Before she can say Jag's name and ask for him to 'protect' her, he has my hand in his pulling me towards the room he and Mark were staying in.
"Come on, we'll get your stuff from the room tomorrow morning."
"But...," Everyone looks at the two of us as we start to head back to his room. Just before I'm led into the room I glance at Rumer, and she seems just as shocked as I do about the bed change.
Once inside the room, I don't really know what to do so I just stand close to the door until he leads me to one of the beds that are side by side. "Take this one."
"Um, okay." I slowly sink to the bed he told me would be okay. His eyes track my movement as I pull my feet up and under the covers. I don't want to ask but I was under the impression I would be in the bed that Mark just vacated. But this bed smells the same as Jag's jeep. I think, I can't say for sure, that he gave me his bed. But why? Why would he give me the bed he was in? And why does he look at me like he does? Have I done something wrong and he's waiting for me to say something about it?
"Um, thanks for driving me up here today."
"My pleasure."
I don't think a voice is supposed to make you feel the way his voice makes me feel. It affects every part of me and scares me. He doesn't scare me. I don't think he will hurt me in any way. I actually feel safe with him which is really odd because I don't typically trust easily.
"Thanks for, um, letting me stay here." It kind of comes out as more of a question than the comment it was supposed to be.
"Milly, there's nowhere else I would have let you stay, especially if someone dangerous is creeping around."
That sentence is a lot to unpack.
"You think...this person could be...dangerous?" I say the last word in a hushed whisper not really wanting to say it out loud but needing to know the answer.
"Hard to say. I've seen guys who like to be all pervy and just watch women but that's a slippery slope that leads some men to escalate."
"Escalate?"
"Why don't we talk about this tomorrow? It's not really a good bedtime topic and I don't want to be the reason you don't have a good night's sleep."
I give him a nod before settling down in the bed that smells like Jag. I don't know how the hell he thinks I'm going to go to sleep when I'm wound tight because of the man sleeping next to me. He says he doesn't want to be the reason I'm not sleeping but with all the feelings he causes inside of me he might as well hope for snow in June. He'd be more likely to get that than the other.