TWENTY-NINE
Xan roused from her dream, feeling unusually hot. Had she somehow turned the air conditioning off? And that crackling sound, overlaid with static, like a bad home video recorded on a really windy day. Wind. Storm. Cyclone Rose.
She blinked the sleep from her eyes, trying not to laugh as she realised why she'd overheated. Somehow, Jason had cuddled up to her as she slept and thrown an arm over her, and the man was just as hot in bed as his reputation said he was. Ha, with his clothes on, thankfully.
How long had they slept like that? Xan had never shared a bed with anyone. Not even Jerome. Oh, sure, they'd fooled around – she'd left her virginity behind a long time ago – but sleeping in the same bed was one of those intimate things she'd never done. To trust someone to slee
