“You’re such a heavy sleeper,” he goads, and he can’t help the dark amusement on his features now. “I thought for sure I’d wake you up. I thought for sure you knew. But you never did. Even though I carried you out of your house and put you in the back seat. You never woke up. Not once.” “You kidnapped me?” I repeat, trying to remember any of what he’d said. “You kidnapped me?” “Yeah, Quinn.” He doesn’t even try to deny it. “And it was so fucking easy. I knew you’d sleep better in my bed, and I was mostly right. It wasn’t until the storm that you started having nightmares.” As I try to collect
...more
