I took my hands out of his grip, removing my gaze from him. "You should leave now." I said, becoming frustrated at how perplexed I was.
"Leave now?" He scoffed. "I'm sleeping over."
"Sleeping over?" I returned my gaze to him, shaking my head negatively, "oh no, you're not."
"I'm sleeping over and nothing is changing that decision. I don't go back on my words, like someone recites." I knew he was referring to me but I chose to ignore that.
"Dude, you're not sleeping over. And even if you were, you'll sleep in the basement, but you're not because I have a boyfriend and won't let a jerk sleepover at my house."
"You mean your parents' house? We have a billion houses we both own. Let's brush that off, I'm sleeping over and I'll be sleeping in this room, on this bed, with you." He declar
