Vera accidentally brushed against the man's chest. His skin was firm and smooth, and her heart pounded in response.
With a twist of her waist, she tried to escape from the other side of the bed.
Before she could wriggle out from under the blanket, an arm had caught her wrist.
Kris Cooper propped himself up on one side. "Where are you trying to go?"
"The bed is too small, there isn't enough room... I... I'll go sleep..."
It was so late, and she had no idea how far his place was from hers; going home was out of the question. She would just have to make do at his place for the night. However, 'making do' certainly didn't include sharing a bed with him.
Before she could even suggest the sofa, her waist was suddenly pulled tight. In the next instant, he had pulled her against his chest.
Then, the man's voice echoed in her ear.
"If we squeeze a bit, there's enough room for two more of you."
"There are only two of us, no need to squeeze!"
