“Move. What in the Gods' Names do you think you're doing anyway? This is my bed!” I snipe. I toss the towel where his legs had been and go digging for a shift to wear to bed, coming up with an older one from the trunk at the foot of my bed. I slip into it and turn in time to see Ward staring at me with a scarily hungry look. He quickly hides the expression, and I use my discarded towel to squeeze out the ends of my hair, glaring at him. If possible, the tenting of his towel has gotten worse. I throw my soggy towel at him and crawl onto the bed where I'd knocked his legs off, trying to make space for myself by pushing at his huge frame, but he's sprawled everywhere. I huff angrily. “Dogs belong on the floor.” I mutter. There is a pause, and then Ward barks a laugh. He wraps his arms around
