Page 37 of The Score

I clench my jaw this time. "I guess we'll never know."

She sits up and stretches. Her long hair falls down her back, slightly messy from sleep.

"I did sleep well." She turns to gaze at me. "We'll get used to it, right?"

"It remains to be seen."

She snorts. "Please. Sleeping with me is a privilege."

"Never said otherwise. But I never knew you were like a koala and would treat me like a tree."

She raises an eyebrow then sits at the edge of the bed.

"Just a few more days," she says. "We'll go home to our own beds. It will be okay."

Sleeping a few more nights with Pen will not bring about the apocalypse. Morning wood won't either. No matter what my panicked heart thinks about it.

Whatever happens once we announce the wedding to our friends is an altogether different issue.