“If you think you’re allowed to roll over and fall asleep after getting me all hot and bothered, you’re mistaken. Get back over here.” His laugh was a low rumble, completely unapologetic. “Good night, Shay.” I gaped at him, on the verge of curling up behind him, consequences be damned. Somehow sensing my next move, he murmured, “I want you, Shay . . . but I need to move slow. And if for some reason, this ends with us only being friends, I need you to know that even then, you own me. Both you and Tater do.”
