Chapter Twenty-Three
Lennon
Hunter looks as though he’s seen a ghost. He takes a step back, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and squeezing.
“Come again?”
I know he heard me.
“I need you to sleep with me. In bed. Together.”
His throat moves as he swallows deep. “Why?”
I chew the inside of my cheek, twisting my lips side to side. I hate how I’m constantly asking him for s**t.
“Quick version: we’re going to be expected to sleep in the same bed at my parents’ house.”
Hunter narrows his eyes. “And they’re going to be watching to make sure of that?” he asks, his voice edgy.
“Pfft. Seriously wouldn’t doubt it, but no. And the bed is only a full size.”
His eyes widen, finally understanding.
“So we might want a practice night.” I suck in for air. He held me that one night sho
