“Why don’t we share the bed?” He questions, giving her another quick kiss. “Or I can get the couch. I barged in on you, I’m not going to make you give up your bed.”
“Oh, well, the last time I wanted to share a bed with you, darling, you said no,” she teases.
“The last time you tried to share a bed with me, you smelled like a bar, you dork.”
“Fair point. I was … avoiding my feelings for you? Anyway I don’t smell like a bar now. At least I hope not. Maybe I better take a shower.”
