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“What are you doing?” I ask as I sit up and peer down at him. He’s sitting there with his legs crossed.
He looks up at me. “I like to read before I go to sleep. Can I borrow book one?”
“You’re sleeping on the floor?”
He nods. “Don’t worry about it. But, uh, can I have a pillow?”
I stare at the pillow, then at him. My eyebrows knit. “You can’t sleep on the floor. It’s so cold.”
“I don’t mind, Chloe.”
I shake my head. “But you might get sick. Is there another blanket?” I look around, but don’t see anything. “Here, you can have my second covering.”
I’m about to pull it off the bed, but he says, “It’s okay, Chloe. Really. I just need a pillow and I’m good.”
I frown as I take in the T-shirt and jeans he’s wearing. “You’ll freeze. There’s no way you’re sleeping on the floor.”
“Where should I sleep then? No way you’re sleeping on the floor.”
I cross my arms. “But why should you? Because you’re a guy?”
“No, because I don’t mind. Chloe, let’s not argue. I’m fine.”
I tighten my arms across my chest. “But I’m not. Come into the bed with me.”
His eyes widen. “W-what?”
My cheeks flame.
“There’s hardly any room for one person, let alone two. And I’m like a giant. I barely fit.”
I lift the blanket. “Get under here or I’m sleeping on the floor.”
He sighs, his eyes lingering on mine. Maybe he’s thinking of another argument or excuse? There’s nothing wrong with best friends sharing a bed.
“Come on, Liam,” I urge.
He sighs again, pushing his hair away from his face. “You’re not going to drop this, are you?”
I shake my head resolutely.
After releasing another sigh, he grabs his pillow and climbs in under the covers with me. He’s so tall that he drags the whole thing off me. I’m hit with a blast of cold air.
“Hey!” I yank the blanket to me. “Share.”
He shifts again, trying to get comfortable and taking the blanket with him again. “Sorry. I told you I’m too big. I’m going back on the floor.”
I grab his hand before he can make a move. “No. You’re staying right here.” I push myself closer to him. “We just need to figure out how to make this work.”
He shifts closer to me, knocking his leg into mine. “Sorry!”
“It’s okay.”
Back to back doesn’t work, so we turn around to face each other. He looks at me and I look at him.
He lifts his hand to my hair, where he pushes away some strands from my face. He smiles sweetly. “I know I said it already, but I really had a lot of fun with you today.”
The way he’s staring into my eyes? Like he’s been searching for years for something precious and finally found it. It makes me feel so confused. Has he ever looked at me like that?
