Chapter 29

I didn't know what surprised me more: Ian's room filling half of the second floor, this humongous house not having a guest room, or the fact that I had to sleep in the same room as Ian. Even though there was enough space to run back and forth and dance and do whatnot—the place was like a penthouse, the only thing missing the kitchen—the idea didn't sit well in my stomach.

I looked at the massive bed stretching beside me and wondered who in the world needed so much space to sleep. Unless you were Bigfoot or weighed more than four hundred pounds—or planned to sleep with three people—the size of the bed was completely over the top. The same as with the room.

I frowned. It almost seemed as if everything in this house had been built to lead a secluded life—his parents on one side of the house and Ian on the other, each one in their own big, fancy furnished world, with no need to come out.