She didn’t ask because he came directly to bed and, unlike the two nights before where he kept his distance, he curled right into her. Spooning her body with his arm around her waist, his face went into her neck.
Her body grew stiff.
Good goodness, he wanted to have sex. Mate with her so in the eyes of his people she’d be his queen and then he could stop “dicking around” up here with her.
Holy cow.
“Relax, honey,” he said into her neck, pulling her closer.
She did not think so.
“I’m really tired,” she told him.
“Then sleep,” he said back.
Did he think he could have sex with her while she was sleeping?
Oh good goodness!
“Actually,” she said quickly, “I thought maybe we could talk.”
This seemed to be perfectly all right with him because he pulled his face out of her neck, rested his head on the pillow and cuddled her closer.
“What do you want to talk about?” he asked.
Oh no. Now what had she done?
“Um…” she started.
He chuckled into the back of her hair and then said softly, “Baby doll, you’ve had another tough day. Thwarted escape, coming to terms with your destiny, meeting the in-laws, emotional breakdowns. I’m not going to come onto you after a day like that.”
Well, that was a relief. It was even nice.
And, actually, sweet.
Luckily, he spoke, pulling her thoughts away from him being sweet. “Why do you want the Christmas lights on?”
“I like sleeping with them on,” she told him.
“Yes, I guessed that. You had them on in your bedroom at your house too. I’m asking why?”
She shrugged, willing to talk but she’d never be willing to let him in and replied, “I just like Christmas.”
He was silent a moment and then he sighed.
“We’ll let that go for now.”
At last, something to be thankful for. Callum, at least, was going to let her keep her own thoughts to herself.
For now.
“I’ll try something else,” he said.
She expressed her thanks to the cosmos too soon.
Callum went on, “You want to tell me why your entire house is clinical and pristine and not anywhere someone would want to spend time but your bedroom is the opposite?”
“My house is lovely,” she retorted.