“Hey, baby,” Chase said, his voice deep and hypnotically suggestive. It did something to my brain—and other parts of my body. “What are you wearing?”

I laughed. “Are you drunk?” Somehow, I could tell by the lilt in his voice.

“I mean…” He trailed off. “Maybe a little.”

In the background, one of the guys yelled, “More than a little, you fucking lightweight.”

“Ignore Ward,” he said. “Lightly buzzed at the most.”

“Don’t you have another game tomorrow?” I shifted, pulling the soft gray comforter higher around my torso to combat the chill in the air. Chase was like a portable furnace; I was never cold when he was in the bed with me.

“It’s all good. I’m a machine.”

“I’m sure.” My gaze drifted across the room, landing on the white door to Chase’s walk-in closet. Then I remembered what he said about his hoodies. “Are you at the hotel?”

Sliding out of bed, I held the phone between my ear and my shoulder. I opened the closet, studying its contents for a second. Like everything else of Chase’s, it was neatly organized and broken into categorical sections. I pressed my lips together at the sight of it. He was so tidy all the time.

Reaching past the suits, I grabbed a white Falcons sweatshirt off one of the hangers and slipped it on. It was too big in the way that made it fit just right and broken-in enough to be soft and cozy.

“Yeah,” Chase said. “Some of the guys snuck out, but we stayed behind to have a couple beers here instead. Then I got to thinking about you in my bed, so here we are.”

I couldn’t lie; it put my mind at ease knowing he hadn’t gone out. Not that I thought Chase would do anything, but lots of guys with girlfriends hooked up on the road. Learned that one the hard way.

“The bed does seem awfully empty without you hogging all the space.”

Pulling back the covers, I crawled back under them and settled in. His bed was a dream. The mattress wasn’t too soft or too firm, the comforter was fluffy, and the pillows were clouds of perfection. It was so much better than my cheap IKEA setup.

“Me?” His laugh was deep, beckoning. “James, you’re adorable, but you sleep diagonally.”

He had me there; I was a chaotic sleeper. At home, I took up my entire double bed. I also tossed and turned so much that sometimes the edges of the fitted sheet came off the mattress. Though my sleep wasn’t as restless when I was with Chase; maybe because I had less space to sprawl out.