As Jesse stiffly got into the bed beside Torben, she considered her bed wasn’t long enough for his tall frame. “This is a bad idea. You don’t fit in the bed.”
“Sure, I do,” he pulled her backwards into his arms tossing a leg over her hip and holding her close to his chest, “just need to bend the knees a bit.”
“Your back will be killing you by morning.”
He nuzzled her neck with his nose and laughed, “stop trying to find excuses to chase me away. I had a great sleep with you in my arms our last day in the safe house. That bed was a quarter of the size of this one. My feet dangled over the end even with my knees bent.”
“But – “
“Your entire body is on edge. Relax, sweetheart. Rest. You need to rest.”
“Torben,” she protested again.
He bit her shoulder, “enough woman. You talk too much.
