“Are you still sleeping in the chair?”I asked.
“I’m right outside the door if you need me.”
I frowned.“You can’t keep sleeping in a chair.”
“I’ll survive.”
“No.”
His eyebrow lifted.
“If you think you need to stay that close to me,” I said, “then sleep in here.”
He blinked.
“I mean sleep,” I quickly clarified.“Actual sleeping.”
His expression didn’t change.“Goldie—”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not sleeping in your room.”
“Why not?”I asked, taking a step closer to him.
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It is.”
“It isn’t.”
He rubbed the back of his neck.“I’m staying outside.”
I crossed my arms.“No.”
He looked almost amused.“You done?”
“Not even close.”
“Goldie.”
“You and this entire club have spent the last several days telling me what to do.”
“For good reason.”
“Maybe,” I slightly agreed.I pointed at him.“But this time I’m telling you what to do.”
His eyebrows climbed.
“You are going to sleep in this room.”
“No.”
