13
Islept the sleep of the traumatized and woke up tangled in sheets my brain insisted were spiderwebs.
“Hey.” Warm hands helped free me. “You’re okay.”
“What are you…?” I flipped my gaze down to check for decency. I passed. Sadly, Asa did too. “Did I wake you?”
“You were thrashing in your sleep.” He threw the crumpled fabric on the floor. “I came to check on you.”
“What’s everyone else doing?” I pushed upright. “What time is it?”
“It’s five o’clock.” He straightened to his full height. “Clay’s watching a holiday baking contest.”
“Colby?”
“Asleep in Clay’s room.”
“Sorry I woke you.” I patted the mattress beside me. “I must have been making a lot of noise.”
Asa’s chin drooped until it bumped his chest, and he rubbed the base of his neck. “Not really.”
“That sounds like you were spying on me, Mr. Montenegro.”
“I fell asleep in my bed, but I woke up outside your door.”
“The daemon.” I shook my head. “The spider must have freaked him out too.”
“I don’t mean to invade your privacy.” He dipped his chin. “I can’t seem to help it.”
The daemon had proven he could sneak around while Asa was asleep, so I couldn’t very well blame him.
“Question.” I wiggled my toes on the carpet. “Will I fall asleep with you in my bed and wake to the daemon?”
“Me?” Asa swallowed hard. “In your bed?”
On more than one occasion, he and I had fallen asleep crafting together in his bed or mine, which sounded sad, even in my head. But we hadn’t gotten handsy. Except with our hobbies. Our night on the couch was our longest sustained contact to date.
Unable to resist the urge to tease him, I fluttered my lashes. “After I ravish you, will I wake up to him?”
A line formed between his brows. “I don’t know.”
“Wait.” I drew my legs under me. “I was kidding.” I leaned forward. “Are you serious?”
“He’s the other half of me.” A shrug rolled through his shoulders. “I’m not sure what he’ll do.”
“He won’t expect, um, the same treatment, right?”
“No.” Asa’s eyes sparkled at my expression. “He has no carnal tastes.”
The implication, that Asa had the lion’s share of carnality, tightened my abdomen.
“I’ve never dated two guys at once.” I rubbed my forehead. “It gets confusing fast.”
Truthfully, I had never dated anyone. Ever. Hookups weren’t relationships.
Clay knocked, even though Asa hadn’t shut the door behind him, and popped his head in.
“Ready to talk strategy?” He glanced over his shoulder. “We can order in—”