“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
His grin finally escaped.“You always this stubborn?”
“I learned from the best.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“It is tonight.”
He sighed.“I’ll be fine.”
“I know you’ll be fine.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that you’re sleeping in a chair.”
“I’ve slept in worse places,” he insisted.
“I believe that.”
He folded his arms.“I’m staying outside.”
“And I’m not taking any answer other than you getting into bed with me.”
His eyes searched mine long enough that I wondered if I’d pushed too hard.
Finally, he let out a slow breath.“...Fine.”
Victory.
“But.”
There was always a but.
“I keep my boots on.”
I stared.
“And I’m sleeping on top of the covers.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I laughed.
“It keeps things simple.”
I wanted to argue.Instead, I went with it.“Fine, I’ll take it.”I grabbed my pajamas from my bag.“I’m changing before I pass out.”
He nodded toward the hallway.“I’ll stay here.”
I hurried into the bathroom before my brain had time to overthink anything.
Five minutes later, I’d brushed my teeth, washed my face, changed into an oversized T-shirt and sleep shorts, and tied my hair into a messy braid.I looked exhausted and totally felt it.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Wheels looked up.“I’ll be right back.”
