RUBBY'S POV
"Where is the room?" He asked.
"You were waking so bold as though you know where it was," I shot at him.
"Over there," I said pointing towards the direction of my room.
Minutes later, I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest as I tried to find a position that didn’t make my back ache. This was a terrible idea.
From across the room, I could hear Alex sigh dramatically from the bed.
"Rubby, come on. The bed is big enough for both of us."
I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me in the dim light. "I’m fine here."
"No, you’re not," he countered. "You’ve turned about a hundred times in the past five minutes."
I pursed my lips, refusing to answer.
"You’re being ridiculous," he continued. "It’s just a bed. It’s not like I bite."
I scoffed
