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“Trista,” he whispered, “Trista, honey.” She moaned and rolled over, almost falling onto the floor. “Careful,” he said, crossing the room to sit down next to her on the sofa so that she wouldn’t fall off.
“What’s going on?” she mumbled.
“I noticed that the light was on and came down to find you,” he said.
“Oh, sorry, I must have left the light on by accident,” she breathed.
“I’m not upset about the light,” he admitted, “but I’m worried that you’re on the sofa. What’s wrong?”
“The bed in your guest room is awful,” she said. “The sofa is a bit better, and I just need to get some sleep.”
“Well, you can’t sleep down here,” Joel said, “you’ll freeze to death.”
“I can’t go back to my room,” she said, “in the morning, I’m going to order a new mattress for your guest room.”
“No,” he said, “I’ll buy the mattress. I’m sorry that I didn’t replace it sooner. I had plans to do so, but I don’t get many overnight guests.”
“Listen, you should go back to bed,” she insisted. “I’ll be fine here for the night.”
“No, you won’t be,” Joel insisted. He held out his hand to her and she looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “Come on,” he said.
“Come on where?” she asked.
“Just come with me,” he said, “you can have half of my bed.”
“Half of your bed,” she repeated, “will you be in the other half?”
“I will be,” he admitted, “is that a problem?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, “will you be staying on your side of the bed all night?” she asked.
“If that’s what you want, Trista,” he said.
“What if I want you to slide over to my side of the bed during the night?” she asked. He got hard just hearing her ask him to slide over to her side of the bed.
“Don’t tease me,” he insisted, “I’m already on edge when it comes to you, Trista,” he admitted.
“On edge how?” she asked, “I mean, what have I done to you, Joel?” He was willing to forget that she had held him at gunpoint. She was trying to save him and do the right thing. But since she had moved into his place, Trista had gotten under his skin on more than a few occasions.
“One minute, you’re kissing me, and the next, you’re pushing me away,” he said. “I’m having trouble keeping up with it all, and now, you’re asking me if I’ll slide over to your side of the bed during the night.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” she grumbled, “I was just hoping that you’d want, well—more.”
“More?” he asked, “What are we talking about here, Trista?” he asked.
“Sex, Joel,” she spat, “I’m talking about sex and I’m tired of playing games. Hell, I’m just plain tired, and if I don’t get some sleep soon, I really won’t care where I end up sleeping.”
“I’d like more with you, Trista,” he agreed, “I’d like sex.”
She giggled, “Most men do,” Trista teased.
“Ha, ha,” he mumbled. Joel held out his hand to her again and this time, she smiled up at him and took it. “Thank you for not fighting me on this,” he said.
“Do you usually expect a fight from me, Joel?” she asked.
“Yes,” he admitted, “I usually expect a fight with you. I swear, Trista, I say that the sky is blue, and you refute me, even telling me I’m wrong.”
“Well, you make it easy, Joel,” she said, “you do come up with some pretty crazy ideas.” She was right, he did. “I just find it easy to fight with you for some reason.”
