She then pulled back the covers of his large bed and got in. She turned to her side, buried her face in the pillow and took a deep breath. It smelled like Jalen. With an even deeper one, she pulled more of that male scent into her lungs. She vaguely heard the sound of the shower as she brought up all that Jalen had said to her, to the forefront of her mind. He actually wanted her to move in with him. The Jalen from Soar wanted her, a nobody, to live with him in his huge, fancy mansion. She rolled onto her back. If Kara were here, her friend would tell her to say yes, to not let this slip through her fingers. But Neve had to think this through. Just because Jalen was a rock star didn’t mean she couldn’t think about him in the say way she would any other guy she dated. He was still a man, albeit a famous one. Her first gut instinct was to tell Jalen yes, but the warier side of her couldn’t make a decision of this magnitude that fast, or easily. As she’d told him, this was all so sudden.
