Chapter 5

Like the difference between blinking and not, Marcus was suddenly there in the bedroom. But this time he’d already lifted up the edge of the sheet and was sliding in underneath it. He lay down, wriggled a bit on the mattress, then turned his back to me.

“Shit!” I lurched up to sitting.

Marcus stared back at me over his shoulder, eyes wide and dark. “What’s the matter with you?”

Me? “Me?” Marcus Armstrong was lying in my bed, beside me, and—bloody hell, I’d just realised—with nothing on but a pair of snug white briefs. “What are you doing here?” I scrabbled up the blankets around me. Bad move: that just exposed him more. His skin was shadowed in the dim light of the bedroom, dark against the white sheets. His long, slim legs stretched out to the foot of the mattress, and he hugged the pillow close, as if it was a familiar position for sleep.

Nothing on but his briefs…

“What I’m doing is trying to sleep,” he snapped. “While you’re…what? Trying out a cocoon for size?”