"Low?"
I turned at the sound of his voice.
"Yes?"
He looked unsure and nervous. It made me want to go hug him and assure him everything was fine.
"Could you. I mean If I," he paused and took a deep breath,
"If I sleep out here on the couch would you please sleep in my bed?"
I hadn't been expecting that.
"Why?"
"Because I can't sleep knowing you're in Cage's bed." His simple explanation made me feel tingly all over.
"Okay," I replied unable to keep the silly smile off my face.
He let out a breath like he'd been holding his. "Thank you." I grinned and shrugged, "You're welcome."
"But I have to go in there and get my pajamas," I explained.
"Just get all your clothes."
I laughed, "Marcus you can't just move out onto the couch.
That wouldn't be fair. You have a nice comfortable bed in your room. You shouldn't have to sleep on the couch."
"Then sleep. Just sleep. With me, in my bed. That's what you do with Cage now right?"
"Yes but I'm not attracted to Cage."
"We'll work around that. Just please move your things to my room."
As wonderful as that sounded it also sounded as if we were moving in together. Which was the epitome of moving fast.
"Then we'll be living together? You do realize that's what it would be. That's really moving fast."
Marcus frowned and looked back at the couch.
"You're right. Okay, I'll sleep on the couch for now. Later...
when we're ready, I'll move into the bed."
"Are you sure about this," I asked.
"Yes. I want to see where this is going with us and I can't do that with you sleeping in Cage's bed every night. I want you here. But not in there," he pointed toward Cage's room.
With an explanation like that, how could I tell him no?
Chapter Twelve
Marcus
I hadn't thought through what I was going to say to Cage.
When I'd seen Will ow walking toward Cage's room my insides had clinched. I couldn't let her go crawl up in his bed. Jealousy was ugly and I had it bad where their relationship was concerned.