Chapter 24

Tatum

I'm warm, which is unusual in itself, because normally I freeze at night. I sleep with a shirt, pants, socks, and two blankets. Everyone I know makes fun of me for wrapping up like a burrito, but this morning as I wake up, I'm toasty warm.

"Mornin'."

I'd know that voice anywhere, and I fully can't believe I slept next to him last night. When we'd settled next to each other, I'd been so nervous, but all it took was his arm around me, tucking me in next to his body, and I was comfortable. It speaks volumes about the man that Remy is, that I know I can trust him so easily.

Back to that voice though – it put goose bumps on my arms, it sent tingles down my spine, and made my core ache with rampant desire. I want Remy; I want him again, even after the way he played my body like a drum last night. His voice is scratchy, like sandpaper. Deep, like he's had a cold and hasn't cleared his throat yet. Sexy, like he's standing in front of me wearing nothing but the sweatpants he put o