~Maeve~
Sleeping arrangements. Something that Dylan and I had completely forgotten to consider, which includes where I sleep and what do I wear. We both stand in his living room, staring at each other before I offer, “I can sleep on the couch.” Dylan shakes his head vigorously as he paces up and down the room, trying to come up with a solution that we both will be okay with. I can’t see myself agreeing to anything else, because I am not going to invite myself to this man’s place and take his bed and he’s already told me that he doesn’t have another bedroom. So that leaves the couch which I have already called dibs on. Except, Dylan doesn’t agree.
“I’m not letting my guest take the couch,” he argues, running his hand through his dark, fluffy hair, unintentionally flexing his biceps
