CHRISTIAN
I had shared my bed with women before, but with Olivia, it was different.
The problem wasn't that she snored—because she didn't. I had just been flustered, watching her sleep, and grasping for an excuse. I never knew what to say when she caught me staring so openly.
Now, lying rigidly in the small bed we shared, I kept a careful distance, afraid that even the slightest touch of her skin would spark something I wasn't ready to handle.
Damn this sandstorm.
We were trapped here, my heartbeat a little louder than normal.
She shifted beside me, and I instinctively edged closer to the mattress's edge, nearly toppling off. I wasn't giving in to temptation tonight—intentional or not.
"Christian?" Her voice was soft, and hesitant. "Are you still awake?"
A few heartbeats passed a
