6
The door to Sarah’s room creaked open. Sarah peeked her head inside. The early morning sun streamed in through the opposite window and gave her a full view of her guest. He lay on his back in the center of the bed with his head on one of the pillows. His arms were clasped together on his chest and his eyes were closed. Other than the indent of his body, none of the sheets beneath him were disturbed.
Sarah crept into the room and tiptoed over to the closet. She cringed when the door squeaked when it opened.
“That’s a nice look for you.”
Sarah spun around to find the man’s eyes open and a teasing smile on his lips. She pulled on the lower hem of the short nightshirt and glared at him. “I’m just borrowing it.”
His eyes swept up and down her. “Dang. I think you look good in it
