The barbarian carried me in here and set me down on the bed. And then… oh! Oh no. Please, please, tell me I didn’t do that. My hands cover my face and I flop over onto the pillow. Shit. I totally did. I demanded his shirt to sleep in. He thought I was kidding. “You want me to take my shirt off so you can sleep in it?” “Well, I can’t sleep in this,” I replied, pulling on the strap of my dress.
