The bed below me is soft but still nothing like the cushioned mattress I have back home. I open my eyes, stretching feeling back into my stiff, sleepy muscles. Ryder’s arm, heavy on my waist, tightens, keeping me firm against his chest.
I push against his arm. “I need the bathroom. Let me up.”
My words unlock his grip and he releases me. I return moments later to find him sitting up. Sleep still fills his eyes, but beneath the sleep is a sexy grin.
“Come back to bed where it’s warm.”
The smoulder in his eyes and panty-melting grin is tempting, but I’m not in the mood to spend the day in bed. My clothes rest on the floor from where we dropped them yesterday and I eye them.
“Once I get dressed, I’ll be warm.”
My mocking smirk is met by a playful growl as he stands, the wooden bed creak
