"Roam free in the garden? That's too dangerous! What if she climbs over the railing and falls?"
"So what do you suggest?" he asked, tossing the problem back to me.
I felt a surge of frustration. He was deliberately making my night difficult.
"You could go upstairs and bring down her bed," I suggested.
"You have work tomorrow. Will you move everything back then? Seems like a lot of trouble."
"What are you suggesting?" I asked, exasperated.
"There's a guest room upstairs where you've stayed before. I apologize for the inconvenience."
He wanted me to sleep upstairs? Tonight? When Liam wasn't there?
My thoughts immediately spiraled into a dangerous territory called "temptation."
A warm sensation rose from deep within me, like the heat of night whispering against my skin...
Alpha Seba
