Before she could say anything, he continued. “I land on my ass at least five times a night. I’m starting to get used to it. That, and sleeping on the floor. The only shocking thing is how you managed to sleep through it. This is the first time you’ve woken up.”

Five times a night! Poor guy. “Oh! I’m sorry. I’m a deep sleeper.” Candy chewed on her bottom lip. She could hear that he wasn’t trying to make her feel guilty or trying to change her mind about sharing the bed with him. In fact, Torrent had been nothing but sweet and kind over the last few days. Her defenses were weakening. It was time to come clean, to tell him all about her past. She hoped that he wasn’t the kind of guy that would be put off by her previous profession. There was only one way to find out.

Torrent rose to his feet, he used the blanket to cover his manly bits but his ass was on full display. Her eyes had completely adjusted to the dark and she could make out his spectacular glutes. She tried not to stare as she settled back under the covers. Tried and failed. Holy macaroni! Sweet baby Jesus. What a spectacular sight he made. For a moment she was tempted to turn on the side lamp so that she could ogle him good and proper.

Then he lay back down on the couch, laying on his side, he scooted as far back as he could. There was no room for movement. His big body took up the entire sofa. If he so much as breathed too hard he was going to fall again.

Shit!

What difference did it make if they shared a bed? They were both adults and besides, the bed was huge. They could both lie sprawled out on this thing and not make contact with one another. “Torrent.”

“Yeah?”

“You can get in bed… with me… but only if you promise to stay on your side.”

There was a long, heavy pause. “Are you sure? Because I’m okay here. I’m also a really good sleeper. That’s probably why I keep falling off this damn thing.”

She sucked in a deep breath. “I’m sure. You stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine and we’ll be golden.”

“I can live with that.” He got up off the couch and took two steps towards the bed, then he stopped. Torrent ran a hand through his hair, before clasping the back of his neck. “Um… should I put on some pants?”

Yes!

Shit!

Candy swallowed hard, trying not to panic. This wasn’t a big deal. “You said you can’t sleep unless you’re naked.”

“I’ll be fine.” His voice was gruff. Torrent turned towards the closet.