Page 48 of All We Need

What’s weird is the huge, white chef hat on his head.

And why is he wearing cycling shorts?!

“What the fu?—”

As if dropped from a great height,Ijerk upright and my eyes spring open.

I’m in bed.

The mattress is smooth, warm, and firm.

WhenIturn my head, mortification hits me with the force of a freight train.

I’m in bed, yes.ButI’mnot lying on a mattress.

My entire body is sprawled out over a sleepingBooth; leg hitched high over his hip and hand splayed across his solid chest.Hishands are tucked behind his head like they were when he fell asleep.Fromthe looks of it, he’s barely moved an inch.

It’s me that’s crossed the barrier, crawled on top of him to cling to him like a baby koala.

Move too suddenly andIrisk waking him, butIcan’t stay like this.

I raise my hand slowly off his pec.

My leg is the tricky part.Ourlegs are tangled together like twisting vines.

IfIshift a little to the right and wig?—

“Can you hurry soIcan stop pretending to be asleep?” a gravelly voice grumbles.

Gasping,Ipush up to find his sleepy gaze staring at me in amusement.Heyawns, not a drop of embarrassment to be seen.I’mthe one drowning in it.

“How long have you been awake?”Myvoice pitches.

“When you jumped like you’d been electrocuted.Didn’ttake you for a cuddler.”Hislips twitch.

“I am not a cuddler,”Iargue.

His eyes drop to our intertwined limbs. “Couldhave fooled me.”

I throw myself backward, immediately feeling cold.Thefire went out hours ago and without it, the cabin is freezing.Thedrop in temperature has nothing to do with the loss ofBooth’sbody heat.

“You should have woken me.”Itug the comforter to my chest, even thoughI’mcovered head to toe in red flannel.Booth, however, is naked from the waist up, the sheets draped over him to show the top of his blue pajama pants.

I was too pissed off at him the other day to admire him.Now,Ican’t tear my eyes away.Smooth, hard skin on full display.Thedivots of his abs shift slightly with his breathing, and a deepVcuts low on his abdomen.Hischest is bare, but there’s a smattering of hair below his belly button that disappears under his waistband.He’sbeautiful.Allsharp lines and lean muscle.

“My eyes are up here,Silver.”Hepurrs my name, exactly how he did in my dream.

Oh god,Ihad a sex dream about him.

He’s not a mind reader, though the cocky grin he’s flashing leaves me doubtful.

“You’re adorable when you’re asleep.Yournose scrunches up—just like this.”Hewiggles his nose.

“I am not adorable.Stoptalking.Please.Andwipe whatever happened from your memory.”

He swallows, eyes sweeping over me. “Highlyunlikely.”

Frustrated with myself and his casual reaction,Ithrow back the covers and bolt from the bed.Stompingover to the large window in front of the bathtub,Iignore his laughter.

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