He took my bag to his room, and I just raised an eyebrow. I could’ve gotten my own suite, right? I wasn't really thinking straight.
"It’s more comfortable if you sleep in the bed," he said, placing my bag inside his closet.
It seemed like he’d already decided I was staying in his suite. I didn’t even argue. I just let the idea of getting my own room slide. Besides, I liked it here. I felt comfortable, and the bed was huge. We could totally roll around together. Was it sturdy, though? Would it be noisy and creaky?
I grimaced at my own thoughts. I wasn't like this before. I used to have a clean mind, which is why I never did the whole fling thing. I honestly thought I had the heart of a man.
Whatever, I’ll just stay here to save some money. Since when was money an issue for me, though? D
