Grayson exhales sharply through his nose. “All right.”
I turn.
He’s standing near the dresser, one hand braced on it like he’s gearing himself up for impact. “We should address the obvious.”
I fold my arms. “Do your friends know we had sex?”
He looks me directly in the eyes. “No. They do not.”
“They seem to think we're fine sleeping in a bed together.”
“They apparently do.”
A beat passes.
“Wade said they're booked out. Maybe it's because there wasn't another room.”He sighs. “Either way, I’m not sleeping on the floor.”
I stare at him. “Amazing. Starting this conversation strong.”
“I'm just making it clear.”
“There’s a couch,” I say, pointing.
He glances at it like I’ve suggested he spend the night hanging from the balcony. “Not happening.”
“So you're just taking the bed?”I let out a short, bitter laugh. “What happened to chivalry?”
“What happened to realism? I’m six-three.”
“The couch isn't that small.”
He straightens. “I’m not taking the couch.”
“Okay, and I’m not taking the floor or the couch, so congratulations, we’ve both brought a lot to the table.”
His eyes narrow. “You could just sleep in the bed with me like a normal person.”
“Oh, could I?” I say sweetly, injecting just a hint of venom into my words. “Thank you so much for the permission. That’s really generous of you.”
He groans in annoyance. “That’s not what I meant.”
“It is a little bit what you meant.”
“No, what I meant was that there is a massive bed in this room and we are both adults.”
“Adults who have a recent history of making terrible decisions in close proximity.”
“Nothing is going to happen,” he says, but I catch the little flare of his nostrils.
“Wow. You sound so convincing.”
He presses his lips into a thin line, exhaling harshly through his nostrils. “Carly.”
“What?”
“You’re being difficult.”
I bark out a laugh. “I’mbeing difficult? You’re standing there acting like this is no big deal.”
