The Beta's Blind Date
Two and a half more hours of glorious sleep with Taryn in my arms.
And now it’s over.
I groan and rub my hand over my face, rolling onto my side and sitting up, throwing my legs over the edge of the couch. I scratch my neck and glance at her again, still sitting there wide-eyed, staring at me.
“I guess we fell asleep while watching Top Gun,” I say, flashing her a smile.
She swallows and licks her lips, leaning forward and glancing around like she’s about to tell me a deep, dark secret. “We had a sleepover.” I nod. “That’s like… one of your rules, isn’t it? No sleepovers?”