Paul’s POV

I had the best night of sleep of my life. I had built the Great Wall of China out of pillows in between us because I didn’t want Madison to feel uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed together.

“That really isn’t necessary, Paul,” she had giggled. I insisted on making her feel comfortable.

There is an obvious reason the Great Wall isn’t made of pillows. It is not structurally sound. By the morning, all the pillows are missing. Madison and I are entwined with each other, ...