CHAPTER 10
STEPHANIE
“You want to sleep with me? In my bed?” Galen asks. His voice is hoarse and a little unsteady, as if we’re speaking two different languages and perhaps he’s misinterpreting the meaning of “It’s time for you to take me to your bed.”
“Or, you can sleep in my bed—I mean, my bedroom. I just want…” My face burns, even though a husband and wife sleeping together should be the most natural thing in the world.
God, why does this have to be so awkward? But I hold on to my big married-girl panties, and I insist, “It doesn’t matter where we sleep. I just want to sleep with you.”
When I imagined how this would go, I hoped his eyes might flare like they did beside the swimming pool and when he was standing next to my hospital bed.
But Galen glances to the side with a highly d
