Scarlett POV
“So you’re admitting it?”
The corner of his mouth lifted. He walked toward me while I watched him as if he might actually be dangerous.
Then he grabbed the blanket and shook me right out of it.
“Much as I’d like to admit it, the evidence points to you being a pretty restless sleeper.”
Without the blanket, I could finally see the damage.
Bloodstains all over the white sheets where I’d been lying.
One long wavy smear showed the path of something that had dragged across the fabric—basically a map of whatever I’d done in my sleep.
This was partly his fault too.
I vaguely remembered him warming my feet and my stomach.
Maybe he’d made them so warm that I’d started kicking and squirming to get away.
That would explain the disaster in the bed.
A proper lady knew when to
