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My knees brushed something solid.
There was a slow rise and fall beside me, and my arm lay across something hot and smooth.
I shifted closer and my hand slid over a firm, bare chest.
I jerked awake.
Sebastian’s face filled my vision.
It was inches from mine, eyes closed, jaw slack, his breath brushing my nose.
My leg was hooked around his thigh.
My arm pinned his.
My cheek was practically glued to his chest.
I tried to pull myself free.
His arm locked tighter around my waist.
“When did you get back?” I asked.
“Geoffrey said you wouldn’t be home for another week.”
Sebastian didn’t open his eyes.
His brow creased. His voice was low and slurred.
“Back to sleep.”
He hugged me tighter.
My face burned.
Last night, I’d starfished across this bed without a care.
Now I was trapped under a human radiator with a six-foot frame and zero regard for personal space.
I cleared my throat.
“Right. I’ll just-get up and go. You can have your bed back.”
I pushed against his arm.
It didn’t budge.
I tried to slide out backwards,
He shifted, half-asleep, and his grip clamped down again like I was some oversized body pillow.
“Sebastian,” I muttered.
“You’re crushing me.”
He mumbled into my hair, “Got in at two. Let me sleep a bit longer.”
I leaned back a little to stare at him.
He hadn’t shaved.
His lashes twitched.
His hand was warm on my lower back, and despite the death grip, his breathing stayed steady.
He really did look exhausted.
I stopped struggling.
My muscles relaxed against the warmth of the mattress, his body, the blanket pulled up to our shoulders.
It was warm under the covers.
Not just central-heating warm. Real, body-on-body warmth.
I let out a quiet breath and eased closer.
Just five minutes. Maybe ten.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep again.
But I did.
When I opened my eyes, Sebastian was lying on his side, propped on one arm, watching me.
His hair stuck out at the back as if he’d run both hands through it.
His eyes stayed on mine.
“What time is it?” I asked, my voice scratchy.
He glanced at the edge of the curtain where sunlight leaked through.
“No idea,”
He didn’t look like he planned on moving.
His elbow sank deeper into the mattress, but the rest of him stayed completely still, except for the way his gaze lingered over my face, my collarbone, the edge of my shoulder where the blanket slipped.
My limbs felt heavy and warm, like the sleep hadn’t fully worn off.
I blinked slowly and let my head fall back onto the pillow.
He kept staring.
I felt the air shift.
He leaned in slightly, then pulled back again.
His hand clenched and released near the blanket.
Then he said, quietly, “You’ve hijacked my bed. I feel like I’m owed something.”
I didn’t open my eyes.
“What kind of something?”
His mouth brushed mine. Light pressure, nothing more.
Then his lips moved again, more deliberately this time.
His hand hovered near my hip but didn’t touch.
The slower he went, the harder it was to think.
My fingers curled in the sheets.
My breath caught halfway out of my throat.
Sebastian finally let go after what felt like forever.
He tugged the covers down a little and nudged my shoulder.
Oxygen-deprived, I felt more lethargic than before.
“Not getting up. Let’s just sleep a bit longer. I’m not going to the studio today.”
I shoved my face against his chest and curled closer He let out a sharp breath near my ear.
“You can continue to use the bed, but I demand more payment.”
I mumbled, “What do you want then?”
He rolled over me in one movement.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and when I blinked up, his face hovered inches from mine.
His eyes looked darker than usual, almost black.
I could feel the pressure of him everywhere, especially below the waist.
Sudden clarity hit.
I shoved both hands against his chest.
“Alright! I’m up! I’m getting up now! I wasn’t planning to steal your bed, Jesus-
I scrambled out from under him, caught my foot in the duvet, tripped halfway to the floor, and bolted for the bathroom.
The door slammed behind me a second later.
I heard his laughter.
By the time I came downstairs, it was past noon.
Lunch was already on the table.
Sebastian sat across from me, cutting his steak like he hadn’t just tried to ravage me upstairs.
I stabbed a cherry tomato and glanced over at Geoffrey.
“When’s the heating getting fixed?”
Geoffrey hesitated.