"I have to ask you something," I said laying down next to Harry on his bed. The sun was setting and everything was winding down from the day.
Turning to face me he nodded for me to go on. From the way our relationship had changed, I wanted to know his real feelings about some of our exchanges.
"Do you remember that night I asked to sleep in your bed?" I asked Harry sitting up and crossing my legs. I still to this day wondered what his real thoughts were about it.
"Of course I do," Harry answered putting his hands behind his head.
"Did you really not like sleeping next to me?" I remember when I had asked him the first time upon waking up he said he didn't sleep great because of me. I had felt deflated because I had enjoyed my time in bed with him and thought he felt the same way the way
