We were a bad idea. Terrible. I couldn’t think of a worse one. For either of us.
So, of course, I waved him in then patted the mattress beside me. “Having trouble sleeping?”
“I always knit before bed.” He sat, stiff as a board. “It helps me unwind.”
Eyeing him, I decided to ask, “Was that a yarn joke?”
His soft laugh told me I hit the mark with his subtle humor.
“I should go.” He didn’t budge. “You need your rest.”
“Sleep and I aren’t on a first-name basis. Or last name.” I sawed my teeth over my bottom lip. “I planned to read until my eyes gave up and forced my brain into submission. Want to join me? I read, you knit?”
Asa twisted to see me fully, and his gaze dropped to my mouth, proving romance novels knew what they were talking about.
“In your bed?” His voice lowered to the rumble of distant thunder. “You want that?”
I hopped up like lava had bubbled out of the mattress, snatching the bowl to cover my nerves.
“Leave a metaphysical doorway open, and who knows what might drift through it.” I sloshed water onto my toes. “I have to cleanse this first.” I inched toward the bathroom door. “Do you need anything?”
Peridot eyes flashed to burnt crimson as he studied my face. “Only you.”
Chills raced up my spine, tingling in my scalp, and I hurried to empty the bowl.
“I can do this.” I gave myself a pep talk. “It’s sharing a hobby. That’s it. Nothing wrong with that.”
Asa wasn’t going to toss his bowl and ravish me the second I entered the bedroom.
And I wasn’t going to lick his horns or any other part of him, even if his lips did look ridiculously soft.
A flush spread over my body, tightening my skin, and my toes curled against the cold floor.
Whose bright idea was it for me to read steamy shifter romance in a bed with him anyway?
Oh yeah.
Mine.