Minutes later, when I step out and find Jeremy lying naked on the bed, I freeze.
“Come to bed, Savannah.”
I don’t move. It was one thing knowing I’d be sharing a bed with Jeremy, but the idea of actually doing it is something else.
“Are you afraid you’ll like it?” The amusement in his voice has me gritting my teeth.
Yes.
“No. I just know you won’t keep your hands to yourself, and I’d like to sleep.”
“I have no intention of getting in the way of you and your beauty sleep.”
He’s mocking me about being a model. Again. But I refuse to let him get to me because the moment I snap back, he’ll just keep on.
“Whatever,” I mutter, and cross over to the bed, doing all I can to ignore his nakedness stretched out in front of me.
“Can you move over, please?” I ask when he doesn’t move.
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