Page 61 of His to Cherish
Upstairs, I found Aidan’s room at the left side of the staircase and entered quietly so as not to disturb him. Based on the soft snoring coming from his bed, a train could have come rumbling through his backyard and he wouldn’t have flinched.
I realized I was still in “going out” clothes, a teal satin top and skinny jeans.
I looked around, trying to see if there was anything I could wear to bed that’d been thrown on his floor, but it was surprisingly clean. Considering the downstairs was such a disaster, I was shocked that Aidan’s bedroom was so tidy. There wasn’t a random pair of boxers or socks strewn anywhere.
After debating for another second, I quietly dug through Aidan’s dresser drawers until I found a stack of perfectly folded white T-shirts.
After grabbing one, I used the restroom, stripped off my clothes, threw on his shirt, and headed to his bed.
It was massive, much larger than my queen, and I slid into the free side, staying close to the edge of the bed.
If Aidan woke up, there was a chance he wouldn’t even know I was there.
Exhaustion overtook me and my heavy eyelids closed before I could give any further thought to the fact that I was sleeping in Aidan’s bed for the first time.
