“Stay over. Spend the night with me.” I freeze and tip my head up to look up at him. He’s not smiling as if it’s a joke. And he’s obviously not drunk—except maybe on lust. “What?” I whisper. “Spend the night with me.” “Um…” He lowers his head, kissing my neck. “I’ll beg if you want me to.” “But what about…” “Please, Leigh.”
