Chapter 59 - 63
He steps away to switch off the main cabin lights, and I hear him moving softly through the darkness, flicking off each light, even the soft glow in the bedroom. He returns, sliding beneath the covers, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he settles beside me. The cabin’s interior is now awash in soft starlight streaming in from the open windows, casting delicate silver patterns across the room, and in the quiet, it feels like we’re suspended in a world all our own. Face-to-face, his features are softened by the dim light.
"Does this count as our first sleepover?" he whispers, his voice light, laced with the intimacy of shared secrets.
I stifle a quiet snicker, biting my lip as if we’re two teenagers hoping not to get caught.
"We’ve slept under the same roof before," I whisper back, grinning.
"But not in the same bed." His words hang between us, soft yet undeniably charged, and I feel a blush creeping up, heat blooming in my face before I shift around to turn my back on him.
He inches closer, a quiet laugh rumbling in his chest as he props his chin on my arm from behind, his breath warm against my skin. "Don’t get all shy on me now," he teases, his voice low, playful, and with an edge that makes the blush spread down my neck. Heat tingles across my cheeks, and I find myself laughing, a little nervously.
"I think I may have misled your expectations."
His tone touched with amusement. He says, "My only expectation was to pull an all-nighter and talk until sunrise—what were you thinking?"
I turn only my head, catching the gleam in his gaze, a smile that knows exactly what he’s doing. His grin is playful, disarming, and just a little wicked. His voice drops lower, a whisper that dances in the space between us.
"Dirty mind for such a good girl."