She thought Adam did, too, tossing and turning. At one point she half woke and he was out of bed, but the light in the restroom was on and the door was shut. She rolled over and buried her face in the blankets, too humiliated to face him. Maybe ever. Who the hell had she turned into the minute he’d kissed her? Some other person. Some sighing, gasping, clutching, impulsive person. That kind of person couldn’t kick asses, take names, and face down daemons. The quiet tick of the clock and the faint purr of the damned cat on her bed were the only noises in the room. Had Adam passed out on the toilet? Was he reading? Oh, God, what if she hadn’t satisfied him with her amateur blow job, and he was jacking off? No. She wasn’t thinking about that. She was determined to get more sleep. Refusing to peek at the clock, she deliberately shut her eyes and stilled her breathing. I will sleep now. I will sleep now.
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