EVA LEVESQUE
“You sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.” Sigrid said and took one of the pillows and comforter. He laid the comforter flat on the ground and lied down.
“You do know that the floor is dirty, who knows what kind of bacteria’s there,” I told him, “why don’t you just share the bed with me, it’s not like I’ll bite.”
He sat up, looking all disgusted. “Eva, we’re not kids anymore. We’re old enough to marry and it’s not right for men and women to share a bed.”
“It’s not like you see me as a woman though,” I mumbled under my breath and glared at him. “so you prefer lying on the dirty floor more than with me?”
He paused to think. I wanted to scoff, he really is serious about thinking which one is better; lying on the dirty floor or sharing the bed with me. In the end he
