The brute sprawls over most of the bed, forcing me to lay far too close to him or risk rolling off the edge of the mattress. Fine. He may as well be good for something. I wiggle my toes between his calves. He jolts. Curses. “You believe those blocks of ice will force me from this bed? You must be jesting.” The man radiates heat like a furnace, and he thinks to deprive me of it? I don’t think so. Smirking, I wedge my toes in even further and close my eyes. “Goodnight.”
