“MY ROOM OR YOURS?” Brendan whispered as they crept up the stairs, still hand in hand.
Katie squinted at him in the dark.
Brendan looked steadily back at her. “Unless you want to be by yourself,” he said calmly, his voice soft.
“I don’t.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“My room,” she said. Brendan’s room was still a guest room. Hers was home. Also, she really did have the better mattress.
“Your family won’t mind?”
Katie shook her head. How could her family mind? They all managed their lives exactly as they wanted regardless of anyone else’s opinions. “If anything, they’ll be relieved.”
Somehow letting him in her room was as intimate as everything they’d done outside. She flipped on the light switch, and they both blinked against the dim light of the lamp on her dresser.
“I haven’t been in her
