“It’s a guest room, not my bedroom.” “Then what—” “A while back, I asked you a question,” he said, gently squeezing my biceps. “Do you remember when I asked you if you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?” I nodded. “Do you remember your answer?” “Yeah,” I said, noticing that the bed was turned down. A bottle of wine and a glass sat on the nightstand. “A nap.” Will handed me the overnight bag and nudged me through the threshold. “The door locks from the inside.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m gonna head downstairs and make dinner. In about an hour, we’ll
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