ROBYN
“I can sleep on the floor.”
There was another awkward silence between us, definitely not from the s*x, but from our unsaid words.
“Why would you do that?” He turned his head to me, eyebrows furrowing.
“Maybe you wanna sleep alone?” I put the T-shirt back on.
“We’re sleeping on the same bed tonight. No more arguments.” He started throwing pillows out of bed, leaving only two for us. Then he fixed it as if he had done it a thousand times, and he patted the pillow next to his and rested his head on it. “Let’s get some sleep, Robyn.”
“Good night,” I said as I lay down on my back, my hands on my abdomen, staring at the ceiling.
He groaned, slipped his arm under my pillow, and draped his arm on my abdomen to pull me closer. “Can you move closer?”
I did as he said.
“More, prince
