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Completely off the grid and putting everything she longed for at risk.
    Juliette climbed under the blankets and tucked herself between the sheets. She chuckled softly as she bumped into the pillow barricade Ty had created. He had listened. Though some part of herself wondered if the fluffy border would be enough to keep them apart.
    She closed her eyes and let herself drift off in the darkness.
    She stirred when the mattress shifted beneath her. “Ty?” she called out. Though she wasn’t certain why.
    “Yeah?” he answered. Her heart fluttered at the sound of his voice.
    She inched closer to the wall of pillows.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She didn’t answer him. She didn’t have anything to say. Instead she reached her hand across the pillows, like a white flag. He scooted toward her and took her hand in his. Then they lay there like that. No speaking. Just being.

Chapter 11: Sweet Dreams
    When Juliette awoke, her body was drenched in sweat and something heavy was draped across her waist. She glanced down. Ty’s fingers rested near her belly button. She should have moved them, but there was something extremely comforting about their presence. And he was so peaceful resting beside her. His breathing—slow and heavy. In and out. Rise and fall.
    A soft moonlight trickled in around the window shades. Juliette traced the back of Ty’s hand. She dragged her fingers over his knuckles and up to his fingertips as she wondered what time it was and if the power had been restored.
    She skimmed the rest of the room, searching for signs of electricity, but the alarm clock on the nightstand remained dark.
    Looks like power is still one of the many things we don’t have.

    Juliette wriggled in the itchy bath towel.
    Or clothes.

    While she was sleeping, the knot at the front of her towel had come loose, but the material still hung loosely over her body. She was hesitant to secure it. After all, Ty was asleep and she was fully covered by the bed sheets. Though her pillow barricade had seen better days—one flattened pillow was trapped beneath Ty’s body, the other had vanished.
    She squiggled out of her towel and tossed it on the floor then let out a sigh of relief. The worn sheets were like silk against her skin.
    Juliette imagined Ty lying beside her and wondered if he too was draped in a towel. Or perhaps he had simply slipped between the sheets with nothing on at all? His bare chest buried into the mattress and that perfectly round rear end caressing the sheets. His beautiful cock ready and free.
    Her stomach clenched and she let out a gasp of surprise.
    The air around her stilled. As if Ty was aware of her thoughts, he scooted closer, gripping her waist a little tighter, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
    Wake him up. Wake him up now!

    But she didn’t.
    And it would have been so easy. All she had to do was push him away. Roll him over and rebuild the wall of pillows. But she was drunk with power. Consumed by the rush of heat she got at the feel of him next to her, his warmth melting into hers. She barely resisted the urge to inch sideways and press herself more firmly against him. Though his body was more than tempting. She studied each inhale and watched his arm rise and fall with her own longing breaths.
    Nothing good would come of this.
    But her body disagreed. She closed her eyes and prayed for forgiveness just before pressing into the mattress and scooting an inch to the left.
    She paused, searching for any sign that Tyler was aware of her movements. But he remained still, his breathing unchanged.
    See there. It’s not the end of the world. Lighting didn’t strike you down.

    The entire right side of her body was now nestled against his and Juliette was quite certain Tyler was going commando. She grinned in the darkness as Ty’s body settled against hers. He showed no signs of being awake.
    With the length of him pressed against the curve of her thigh, she longed for the hot, sweaty sex they shared only a month ago.