The bed was large enough but to Kiara, it felt a bit too congested to share with Vince. She lay as far to the left as possible, her shoulder hanging off the edge of the mattress.
The sheets were warm against her skin, heat radiating from the man lying exactly six inches away.
"You’re breathing too loud," Vince said into the darkness.
"Oh, I’m sorry," Kiara snapped, staring at the ceiling.
"Would you like me to stop? It would certainly solve your inheritance problem if I just suffocated."
"Don't be dramatic. Just... move over. You’re practically falling off. It’s making me nervous."
"Why do you care? If I fall, I hit the carpet. It’s plush. I checked."
"If you fall, you might pull a muscle. If you pull a muscle, you’ll be stressed. And If you’re stressed, the baby will be stressed. N
