My bladder puts up a fight. My tummy is pressed against Theo’s hip bone, which isn’t helping the case, and I end up shifting my position. He stirs, tightening his hold on me, burying his face in my hair. “Don’t even think about getting out of here,” he says, his voice gruff. “Get back to sleep.” “I’m trying, but I need to pee.” With a deep groan, he lifts his arm and kicks the blanket aside. “Make it quick.”
