Sterling turned off the water and helped me from the shower. After drying ourselves with thick, plush towels, we’d wrapped them around our bodies when he again swept me off my feet.

I slapped at his shoulder. “Stop doing that, I can walk to the bed.”

“You’re not going to that bed.” He tilted his head toward the bed where I’d awakened. “You’re coming to ours.”

Ours?

Out the door and down a hallway, we turned at what I recognized ...