~ JAMIE
"I'm sleeping on the floor."
"No, I am."
"Simon, you're a guest."
"And I'm a man. I'm not letting you sleep on the floor while I'm up here like a prince in a fairy tale."
"Okay, you know what?" I threw my hands up. "We're adults. It's a little narrower than a queen, but it fits two."
He raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"
"Positive."
"Because I can be a gentleman and—"
"Simon." I pointed at the bed. "Lie down."
He did, with a grin so wide I almost regretted it. He lay on his back, hands folded over his chest, staring at the ceiling.
"I feel like I'm in a coffin," he said.
"Seems appropriate."
"Why?"
"Because you're ruining your reputation as Manhattan's biggest playboy for me. When's the last time you slept next to a woman and didn't sleep with her?"
"Probably my nanny. I
