Chapter 4
It didn’t sit well with him. Not one little bit.
He folded his arms behind his head and rested his neck on his open palms. Staring up at the ceiling, he stopped himself, barely, from looking to the left and watching his mate sleep.
He hated that she was on the sofa and he was in bed. He’d have preferred for them both to have been under the same duvet, but he knew that was way too soon. Still, a man caused no harm with wishful thinking. And if they couldn’t be on the same mattress, they could be in their rightful places.
Kiko didn’t remember much about what his granddam had taught him, but he knew that in this kind of situation, the gentlemanly thing to do was to be on the sofa while his mate rested in comfort. And yet, said mate was more than insistent that he be anything but
