How are you going to sleep there if you don’t have furniture yet?” He shrugs. “You can’t just sleep on the floor, Logan. You need good sleep. Your body is your paycheck.” He chuckles, then brushes a lock of hair back from my cheek. It’s too quick for me to relish in the feel of his fingertips on my skin. I want to shake that stubborn hair loose so he’ll do it again. “I’m glad you’re worried about me, Pete. But I refuse to be objectified—my body is much more than a paycheck.”
