“Is this your room?” “No, it’s my spare bedroom.” What the fuck? This man had told me he wanted me in his bed, and yet he was putting me in his spare room? Was he fucking crazy? “Why are you making me sleep in there, then?” He blinked, then frowned. “I thought you would want some space.” I sucked in a breath, my hands clenching at my sides. “Space? I don’t want space, Gil.” “I didn’t want to presume anything.”
