The next morning, Anastasia was flushing red at her actions. Where did she find that confidence to ask Mason freaking Steele to sleep next to her? Not that anything other than sleep happened but still... She was both proud and embarrassed by her actions.
For a vampire, Mason was very warm. His arms were around her waist and he held on tightly while she tried to keep herself there without moving because she didn't want to wake him. She looked at the clock. Seven in the morning, yeah she definitely didn't want to wake him.
She wanted to get up though, free herself from his hold and got to the bathroom and start her day already. She was really hungry and she wanted to ask Tisha about her and Zak. She really didn't want to be rude but her curiosity was eating her alive. Maybe the cat died be
