I quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” I muttered, feeling embarrassed. “Didn’t mean to—”
“It’s fine,” he said, his voice softer than usual.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the wind outside and the distant murmur of other guests in the hallway.
Damon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on.”
I frowned. “Come on, what?”
He stood, nodding toward the bedroom. “The couch is uncomfortable, the heater’s out, and we’re both freezing. You’re taking the bed.”
My eyes widened. “Wait, wait—what about you?”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
I scoffed. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll be just as cold, and—” I paused, realizing what I was about to suggest.
Damon raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to finish.
I took a deep breath, ignoring the way my pulse quicken
