A few minutes later, he went into the bathroom to freshen up and returned to prepare for bed. Gwen saw him pulling the two chairs together as he lay down, trying to stretch out. Due to how tall he was, the poor man's feet were hanging off of the chairs and from under the blanket. The longer she lay there listening to him toss and turn on those uncomfortable chairs, the guilt made her feel terrible. Gwen pulled the bed covers up to her chest, trying to ignore what she thought about the situation. She pondered for another five minutes what to do as she saw him trying to get comfortable in the two narrow chairs.
"Evan." Gwen softly called his name, sounding unsure of herself.
"Yes." He said in a quiet, sultry tone, with his eyes closed as he was lying on his side on the hard chair.
"I feel
