Chapter Thirteen
Evie
“Come to bed with me.”
Nothing but a little slice of moonlight falling through the trees illuminated Dawson’s face. His face, so beautiful anyway, was all strong angles in the shadows.
I opened my mouth to reply, and he squeezed my hand. “Just to sleep,” he clarified.
With my body still humming with tiny aftershocks from our heated encounter in his truck, I found I didn’t want to leave him. My emotions were a muddle, but the idea of sleeping wrapped up in Dawson’s strong embrace was too good and far too tempting for me to resist.
As soon as I even began to nod, he smiled. Turning and keeping my hand tightly held in his, he led me along the path, following the lights strung through the trees to his cabin.
That was how I found myself falling asleep enveloped in h
