CHAPTER 37

He walked through to his bedroom, stripped off and slid into bed, and just as he was reaching for the light, he heard Jasmine say, "Wait."

Mark got a fright. He didn't even know she was in the room, sat in the chair she'd been in earlier when he got changed, the notepad still in her lap.

"Fuck. I didn't even know you were there," He said, when he'd settled back down under the sheet.

"I've just about got a first draft cobbled together for tomorrow," She said, standing up and walking over to the bed.

"Let's see it."

She handed him the notepad, and as he lay there reading, she hopped up on the other side of the bed, stretching out beside him.

It was seriously messing with Mark's concentration, her being on the bed beside him, him being naked under the single sheet, but he kept dragging his mind back on the task at hand.

"This is pretty good," He said finally.

"Only pretty good?" She said,