#Chapter 245 – Stolen Night

I laugh as Kent plants me down on my side of the mattress and stands back, looking me over like I could have possibly been wounded or something. Even though it’s a little bit overkill, it’s nice to have him fuss over me. “Are you all right?” he murmurs, sinking his hands into his pockets. “I’m fine,” I say, unable to stop smiling as I pat the bed next to me. “Come to bed.” “In a minute,” he murmurs, and then he starts to move around the room, setting things just the way he likes them. I watch as he checks the windows again, and then puts the gun back in its hiding place – strapped to the bottom of the desk, apparently – and then shuts off the lights before glancing towards the fireplace, clearly considering building a fire. “It’s too late,” I say quietly, reaching a hand out for him, wanting him near. It’s after midnight, after all, and I assume we’ll have an early day tomorrow. “Come here.” Kent turns to look at me, his eyes already searing. My smile deepens as a coil of heat st