“What?”
“Living with other people like that. Do you even have private rooms? What do you do if – you know…”
“What?”
Jess blushed.
“I couldn’t say.”
“Come on,” he prodded. “We’re friends, right?”
“Bring someone home,” she muttered, avoiding his eyes.
“There is a private room,” Tom said. “Though no one ever uses it.”
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“None whatsoever,” he laughed. There was an awkward silence with both avoiding each other’s eyes. “Truth of the matter is, half the time, sleep is the last thing on anyone’s minds. Between all of the calls that we go on, sleep isn’t a priority, and when it is, it doesn’t matter where you catch a moment of shuteye.”
“I don’t know if I could do it,” Jess said. “I love my bed way too much.”
“I’m used to it. One place is the same as another
