"Yeah?" Lance asked, amused, his eyes already open, and Fiore immediately regretted her words. Damn it, why did she have to be the one to invite him? She cursed her impulsiveness. If only he'd just claimed the bed for himself, this whole awkward moment could've been avoided. Now, she was stuck in this strange game of pretending not to care.
"Whatever," she muttered, crossing her arms. "Then stay there. I hope your neck breaks."
Lance, of course, didn’t miss a beat. With a smirk that only made her blood boil, he strolled over to the bed and flopped down, making himself comfortable. He tapped the space beside him with that infuriating grin still on his face.
Fiore narrowed her eyes, stubbornly lying down with as much distance as possible between them. She wasn't going to let him get to he
