Evie’s POV
To be clear, I wasn’t planning on kissing Ty prior to that moment. If you recall, I had pretty much accepted the reality of our situation: that it was only a matter of time before he decided things were stable enough that he’d allow me to accept his rejection, and that our bond would finally be cut for good.
I couldn’t even tell you what gave me the courage to say that sassy line about sharing a bed with him. Maybe it was seeing how hard he was working to get back to fighting shape, despite having been on death’s door a mere two days earlier. That certainly impressed me, even if it drove me crazy with worry. Or maybe it was the fact that, even though there is literally nothing to be worried about where sweet little Kipp is concerned, he’s so obviously jealous, anyway.
Or mayb
