“I will take the bed, and you can sleep on the floor. How about that?” I say for the millionth time, shoving a pillow and blanket into his hands, which he returns to the bed shortly afterward.
“How about we both sleep on the bed? It is big enough to fit at least ten people. You won’t even know that I’m there.” He was exaggerating. The bed was not big, and there was no way that I was going to sleep with him. Just sleep. Nothing else.
“No.” I throw the pillow and blanket on the floor to punctuate my point.
He opened his mouth to argue, but I shot him a look that had him swallowing whatever it was he was about to say. Like an obedient little puppy, he spread out his blanket on the floor and fluffed his pillow before lying down.
I still wasn’t comfortable sharing a room with him, but at
