And awkwardly refusing him feels weirdly rude.
“Sure,” I say, stepping aside.
He walks in and immediately slows down, head turning as he takes in the room.
“Your entire room is pink.” He says.
“Edward painted it.” I close the door behind me. “He got everything to match. Thought I’m the kind of girl who’s obsessed with pink and would want a pink room.”
Eliot turns to look at me, his expression slightly pained on my behalf.
He shakes his head slowly. “Tell me what colors you actually like. I’ll replace everything.”
I wave a hand at him. “It’s fine, Eliot. I’ve gotten used to it.”
“You don’t think I can afford it?” He presses.
“I didn’t say that.” I pull the blanket tighter around myself and drop onto the edge of my bed. “It’s just a room so you don’t have to bother.”
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