When she asked to stay, he didn’t question it, he just opened the door wider and stepped aside.
She hesitated at the threshold, her fingers curling tighter around the edge of her robe, “I can take the sofa, if that makes more sense.”
He looked at her, expression blank, one brow lifting like she’d said something ridiculous.
“You want to sleep on the sofa,” he repeated, flatly.
She nodded once.
“That’s cute,” he said.
Her face flushed instantly, blinking in astonishment at the softness in his voice, she didn't think she had ever heard him speak that way, the last thing she expected was to hear him call her ‘cute,’ and with the shadow of a smile. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she blinked.
Isaac crossed the room and pulled the blanket back from the bed with one hand, “this isn’t a co
