The room was decorated nicely, but not overly feminine. The walls were either soft blue or gray—it was hard to distinguish in the dark—with cream or white accents, and wood furniture. The floor was the same wide planks of honey-colored hardwood that went through the rest of the house, but under the bed lay a thick area rug that felt like crushed velvet under Blake’s feet. It was only when he noticed the feel of it that Blake realized how close to the bed he’d crept.
Connor shifted under the sheets, his subconscious probably calling attention to the fact that someone was hovering. LV told him to run, to get the f**k out of there, but Blake couldn’t make himself listen. When Connor sat up, the best he could manage was to shrink back. “Your door,” he said quickly, pointing. “It was open. I t
