I laid on the bed, staring at the paintings on the wall. I was thankful that I didn’t have to stare up at the face of his father every single night. The landscapes made a much better atmosphere, and it was mine. I smiled, though I daren’t move.
Luther was on the bed beside me, sleeping and snoring softly. He grunted, startling himself, but didn’t wake. I was tempted to nudge him, but I didn’t want to give him any ideas. Not yet. At least, I thought to myself - he is finally covered, and I was able to pull my attention away from his waist line. Why couldn’t he have got dressed before coming to my door? It was like he was deliberately walking around with next-to-nothing on.
“I can hear your heartbeat rising,” he said, as his eyes fluttered open.
I held my breath. Dammit. “I don’t know
