I bolted upright. “What do you think you’re doing?”

My indignant squawk only made Mason grumble. “The couch is too short. I can’t sleep in there.”

I chewed on my bottom lip as he plopped down beside me and didn’t move. There was barely enough light in the room to see his outline. And what a striking outline he made. But really, he couldn’t sleep in my bed with me.

Could he?

No! No, Reese, no. Boot his hot, gigolo ass out. Now!

“Want me to drive you home?” I asked, biting my lip and unable to do such a blasphemous thing as boot Mason Lowe anywhere away from my bed.

But he was already half passed out again. “Mmph?”

“Well, fine.” I huffed and lifted the sheet. “I guess I’ll sleep on the couch then.”

Being that I had such a small room, I’d pushed my bed against the wall, and my side faced the wall. So I had to crawl over him to escape. Or maybe I should say I tried to crawl over him. His arm caught me around the waist and anchored me back to the bed so that I landed on my side facing away from him.

“Don’t leave,” he slurred.

His voice was so full of wounded plea, I fell motionless, undecided.

This was dangerous territory.

Behind me, Mason scooted close, spooning.

Oh, my God, spooning was so romantic and cuddly.

“You feel good.” He rumbled out the words from a husky, sexy, sleep-clogged voice.

When he sighed, that was it. Kaput. Towel officially thrown in. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I let out a relinquishing breath and relaxed against him. In return, he hummed his gratitude.

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I tried to keep it platonic. “But sometimes I get night terrors and scream or moan while I thrash around. I might wake you or accidentally give you a black eye.”

The muscles in the arm wrapped around me twitched. “You get night terrors? Like nightmares?”

I closed my eyes. “Yep.”

He tucked me protectively closer to him. “Why?”

“Oh…that’s another story for another day.”

Patting my hip in reassurance, he whispered, “Don’t worry, Reese. I’ll be here to keep you safe, no matter what monster invades your dreams.”

His words were so sweet, my eyes misted.

Warm fingers dusted my shoulder as if to console me, only to pause. “Shit. Are you naked?”

“What? No.” His touch suddenly felt like a hot brand on my bare skin. “I’m wearing a camisole and shorts.”

I was!

But he’d already discovered this for himself when his thumb found the spaghetti strap and the palm of his other hand caught the hem of my cami and skimmed just under it to brush across my navel.

“Can I turn the light on?”

I stiffened. “Why?”

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