I flushed. “You and me. Sharing a bed…”

A slight smile tipped up the corners of his lips, dimpling his cheeks. “You think you can’t keep your hands to yourself?”

“I…” My flush deepened. “Don’t flatter yourself. But we don’t exactly get along, do we? Unless I’m hallucinating, we just got into a fight. Another one. What if you decide I’m not worth the trouble and eat my soul in my sleep?”

He shook his head, still smiling. “Just get into the bed, Mia. But do me a favor and change into some dry clothes first. The en suite is through there.”

I followed the line of his finger to see an open door leading into a messy bathroom. “An en suite. Should have guessed.”

After grabbing some sweats and a t-shirt, I quickly changed in his bathroom, resisting my itchy fingers’ urge to poke around. When he wasn’t here, it was one thing, but he was only one closed door away. And I was pretty sure he had enhanced hearing. He would for sure know if I started opening and closing his cabinets.

I made a mental note to search it when he wasn’t here. If he ever let me out of his sight again.

When I pushed back into the bedroom, Az had already changed and climbed into bed. He wore a loose-fitting black shirt and his silken sheets were pillowed around his head. Even in the dark, his eyes pierced into me. Swallowing hard, I climbed into bed beside him.

Tension rattled my body.

I could smell him. The sheets were covered in the aroma of bonfire and musk. Shadows curled across my skin, as timid as a light caress. I twisted my head to the side to catch him staring at me in the dark. Heat pulsed between my thighs.

“I’m never going to sleep if you keep staring at me.”

His lips quirked. “And why is that?”

“Because it’s creepy, that’s why,” I lied.

“Guilt is not the only emotion I can read, Mia.”

Alarm throttled my heart. Oh god, please let him be lying. If he could read my emotions, he’d known every single time I’d felt even a hint of anything. I’d admired his body more than once. Not that it meant I wanted him. I just…noticed…that was all. And he knew it.

Oh my god, this was mortifying.

“If you can read my emotions, then you’ll know I’m in no mood for games, and I just want to go to sleep,” I snapped.

He chuckled.

I growled out my irritation and flopped sideways so that my back faced him. There. Now, he couldn’t lie there staring at my face all night, and maybe I could get some needed sleep. It was probably after five in the morning by this point. It had been a very long night.