Page 71 of Tormented

I chuckle at her dry humor. “Neither. But company I can do.”

The hopeful look in her eye almost undoes me as she scoots backward, making room for me. I shake my head, lips pressed tight.

“I’ll hang out over here.”

She follows the direction of my thumb to the corner of the room. “But there’s nothing there.”

“There’s space to sit, solitude, and somewhere to sleep.” And at least ten feet between me and a huge fucking mistake waiting to happen. I turn away, heading for my makeshift camp for the night. “I’ve slept in worse places.”

The sheets rustle behind me as she gets comfortable. “Yeah. Me too.”

Not another word is spoken as I settle onto the floor, back to the junction of the walls and legs kicked out in front. The timber is hard and unrelenting under my ass, but at least it’s level and dry. She fidgets under the covers, tossing around for what feels an age before she finally settles down and her breathing grows quiet, barely audible.

Perfect opportunity . . . .

To try and do this all over again, the right way—yeah it is.

Such a gentleman . . . .