I’ll take the couch,” Nero reported as they strolled into the final accessible inn room in town. Of course, there would be a comedian book tradition in the town where they were ceasing for the night.
“We can keep driving,” Valentine advertised. “Maybe we’d have way better luckiness in the following town over.”
He scowled. “Do you truly need to keep driving for an hour fair to have your possess bed? Other than, you will have a bed ’cause I am taking the couch.”
She shook her head. “No. You’re massive.” “Gee, thanks.”
“All I cruel is that you’re taller. You ought to take the bed. I can twist up on the couch, no problem.”
“Not a chance,” he growled.
He might have guaranteed to keep his hands and his mouth to himself, but there was no way in hell he was going to make his mate rest on the
