Sterling turned off the water and helped me from the shower. After drying ourselves with thick, plush towels, we'd wrapped them around our bodies when he again swept me off my feet.
I slapped at his shoulder. “Stop doing that, I can walk to the bed."
“You're not going to that bed." He tilted his head toward the bed where I'd awakened. “You're coming to ours."
Ours?
Out the door and down a hallway, we turned at what I recognized as the landing above the stairway to the foyer. “Aren't you worried about someone seeing us...um, not quite dressed?"
“No, sunshine. Strict orders: the upstairs is only ours, off-limits to others unless given the clear."
My lips curled upward. There was something reassuring about knowing we had that layer of privacy. Sterling continued walking until we entere
