I stared at the square patch with a dull sense of interest. I’d been watching its slow progression across the room for what felt like hours, waiting for it to fully rise before forcing myself out of bed. Adam’s bed. It had been strange enough, knowing it was his bed and that I would be using it during my stay, but to be in it with him in the cabin, under the same roof … yeah, I wanted to die. How humiliating to be caught by him in nothing but my underthings. I didn’t usually sleep with so little on, but the room had been so hot. Thank heavens I hadn’t decided to sleep nude. Groaning at the mere thought of him walking in on that, I squished my face into the pillow, a pillow that smelled of fabric softener and Adam. I quickly pulled back, holding my breath. It was not the time to get tempted. I needed to keep my head and my libido in check. I had bigger problems to worry about, like what the hell I was going to do. I couldn’t stay there for six days with him under the same roof.
