Chapter 837

　　She was pretty sure Derek was doing this on purpose. If he had the time and mood to make a double bed, why couldn't he have made it wider? 　　At just four feet wide, the bed was a tight squeeze for two people, especially with Derek's near-six-foot-tall, muscular frame. 　　There was no way around it—Tabitha had to snuggle up to him; otherwise, she'd be hugging the ground. 　　The sleeping bag, now as a blanket, covered them. Beneath it, both of them were completely bare, feeling every detail of each other's skin, warmth, and contours. 　　Truth was, even in their honeymoon days, they hadn't been this close. 　　Back then, Derek had been so restrained, suppressing his nature even in bed. 　　After years of sleeping alone, Derek often thought about going back in time to slap some sense into his past self. 　　Now, there was no restraint. 　　Derek held Tabitha's waist from behind and whispered contentedly, "Tabitha, I'm really happy." 　　"Don't celebrate too early. Just because we're sleeping together