“I figured they would be,” he chuckles, then continues on, “you can sleep in my bed tonight and I’ll take the couch?”. As soon as the words “i’ll take the couch came out of his mouth you started to argue. Finally, after about an hour of arguing it was decided that you would indeed sleep in his bed with the promise that next time we have a sleepover he gets the bed.
I smile and, after moment of peace, I grab a pillow and lightly throw it at his head. It bounces off his head and he glares up at me in disbelief. “Look at you going all soft on me,” I mock.
"If you want I can sleep on the floor." I offered as I dropped my stuff.
"I got the guest bedroom ready for you two to stay in. You guys do stay in the same in the same room, right?" She asked and I nodded.
“That all depends on how you answer my question.” He turned onto his side, slipped his hand beneath the bedsheet, and pulled up the bottom hem of Joan’s nightdress. “When can I bed you