"When is he leaving?" I asked, my tone barely audible in the dark.
"I don't know." His reply was sharp, dismissive as though my worry was merely an insect hovering near his ear.
“What, why don't you know? But I will try my best " I said, as I stretched out and pulled the blanket off his hand to wrap myself more in its heat.
However he was quicker and more powerful. He pulled it back with ease leaving me more vulnerable to the chill.
"Starting now you will sleep in my room " he declared, his tone holding that finality I had learned to fear.
"No." The term escaped sharper than I planned, driven by fury and fear and an uncertain sensation. "Definitely not."
He got up from the bed "Alright. Have it your way." He was almost indifferent in his voice, and he stood with his broad shoulders
