Thirteen - NadiaI didn’t even remember falling sleep. I crashed on the bed and that was it, I was out. When I woke up, I felt a little guilty, though. It was clear Meyer had spent most of the time sleeping in the chair near the bed. I felt a little warm feeling in the pit of my stomach at the thought. Was it sweet that he’d let me have the bed to myself?
I thought so.
He was stretching, his shirt lifting to give me a glimpse of those hard, carved muscles of his abdomen. Swallowing hard, I told him in a quiet voice, “I’m going to get in the shower. Did you need the bathroom first?”
He shook his head. “No, go ahead. I’m going to see if I can’t find some breakfast.”
I nodded, then he left. I watched him go and when the door closed behind him, I stripped out of my clothing. Turning the sho
