The small radiator gives a cough and shudder before sputtering to life.

“I think I’ll wait for it to heat up before pulling my pants down in there. Sitting on that toilet would be like sticking my butt in the freezer.” Holly shakes her head, an expression of horror on her face.

I snort. “Well, we wouldn’t want to hurt your precious butt, now would we?”

“Definitely not. It is one of my most valuable assets.” She wags her eyebrows at me while emphasizing that last word.

“Holly Foster!” I give a mock gasp. “Did I just hear you curse?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” With an innocent smile, she wanders to the other side of the room. Two closed doors sit almost side by side on the far wall. “Is this where we’re sleeping?”

My body goes through a weird adrenaline and lust spike mixed with excitement and disbelief at her words. I rein it all in as best I can. Just because I want her lying in bed next to me doesn’t mean that’s why I brought her here. And Holly didn’t mean sleeping together. She obviously jumped to the logical conclusion that both doors lead to bedrooms.

I take a deep breath to settle myself while doing my best not to imagine sliding under the covers with Holly, holding her flush against me, and making out until we’re so hot that we don’t need to worry about radiators.

HOLLY

Two doors. Maybe one is an office or something. Sure, it makes sense that they’d both be bedrooms, but can’t I hold out a slight hope that there’s only one bed, and we need to share it?

Obviously, my hopes need a stern talking-to. I’m not supposed to be lusting after Ben. I’m his friend, and I’m his organ donor.

And I’m in a secluded cabin with him that is practically begging me to snuggle up to him for warmth.

“Yeah, your room is on the left.”

Balloon of inappropriate expectations popped.

The doorknob is cold as I grab it and turn, and the room behind it is just as chilly. Doesn’t really inspire me to want to go to bed. Not helping matters, the full-size mattress in the middle of the room is completely bare.

“Here. I brought sheets. And the radiator is on the far wall.” Ben gently moves me out of his way by placing his hands on my hips and directing me to the side. He flips the switch of a lamp on the bedside table and crouches down behind the bed.

I try not to watch the way his shirt stretches over his broad shoulders as he fiddles with something out of sight.

The now-familiar rattle and cough of a radiator sounds again, and I pray that means this room will be nice and toasty come bedtime. Just as we moved in sync when uncovering the furniture, Ben and I silently work together to make up my bed.