Chapter 81

Freshly showered and dressed only in my boxer briefs and undershirt, I leaned against the handrail of the stairs leading up to the loft. I wanted to go up there and join him. Wanted to be surrounded by his woodsy scent and listen to him humming in his sleep.

But I shouldn’t, right? Even if I hadn’t imagined the interest I’d sensed from him, he wouldn’t want me up there uninvited, would he?

I rolled my neck. I’d better get back to the couch and get some more sleep. Nodding, like I was trying to convince myself I’d made the right decision, I moved. But my feet didn’t listen to my brain and instead of returning to the sofa, I started climbing the stairs. Hesitantly on my tippy toes at first, but after a couple steps, I hurried my pace until I was jogging the last bit.