Page 362 of Ruthless Court
His head turns.
“So are you.”
“I was here first.”
“Strategic wall position?”
“Exactly.”
Silence.
Then I sigh.
“This feels awkward.”
“I’m trying not to make it awkward.”
“You’re doing that by lying six feet away like we’re in separate zip codes?”
“You mentioned a pillow wall.”
“I was joking.”
“Hard to tell with you.”
I move toward the center.
Not far.
Enough.
“We can cuddle.”
His brows lift in the darkness.
“Cuddle?”
“And spoon.”
“Dangerous progression.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“I’m not.”
“You sound amused.”
“I’m trying not to sound excited.”
I laugh softly.
Then turn onto my side with my back toward him.
“There.”
Kane shifts.
Slowly.
