***[POV: Bed Or Business Voss]***
I stared down at the controls like they held the secrets of understanding this woman. instead of just normal bed settings. Punching in my preferences? In her private space. That she prepared for two people…
My wolf was vibrating with a kind of satisfaction under my skin at what she could mean by allowing it. However, my rational mind tried to maintain *some* semblance of distance. I'd been wrong already… this wasn't about romance.
This was about the apocalypse. About my planning and preparation and… I pressed a button at random, watching the head of the mattress rise slightly. Held it until it was much too high, lowered it back down to what looked right, then adjusted the firmness.
All almost on autopilot, because I couldn't get the feeling of 'settling in' our of my head. Like I belonged here, placed and arranged with the rest of her things.
"What are you going to do… in the meantime?"
