Quinn shifted next to him and stretched. He must’ve dozed off. Shadows bathed the room, though not yet night. She rolled away from him onto her back, gripping the sheet at her chest, and sighed.
It didn’t sound like a contented, happy sigh either. “What?” he asked, propping on an elbow.
Her arm lay across her face, concealing her eyes. “It was real. I didn’t dream it.”
Ryan ran a hand over her stomach and inched her closer. “So you dream about me. This was completely real.” He paused and pushed her arm away. “Regretting it?”
“I don’t know. I told you I’m not good at the friends with benefits thing.”
“Trust me. You’re plenty good.”
She sat up, still clutching the sheet. “I’m going to get water. Want some?”
“Sure.” He slid toward the headboard and propped pillows behind him. He watche
