“But just so we’re clear, you have no thoughts whatsoever about him hovering his strong body over the top of you? And I won’t find you two together in the morning this weekend in Vegas?” I scoff as the picture she paints washes over me. I think of the way he looked this morning. His brow knotted in sleep, his full lips slightly parted. I clear my throat as my heart rate starts to accelerate. “Not a chance,” I lie.
