“Are you tired?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Come on. Let’s get some sleep.”
Together, we headed toward his bedroom, but the second my eyes landed on the bed, I frowned and tried to hide my discomfort. Just yesterday, I had caught him having s*x with his ex-girlfriend there. Of course I wasn’t going to sleep in that bed.
“I think I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Why do you want to sleep on the couch?” He looked at me, then at the bed, raising an eyebrow as if expecting me to understand. “I changed the sheets. It’s clean, I promise.”
“Zero bacteria?”
“Zero bacteria,” he confirmed.
“Fine.” As I approached the bed, I kicked off my sneakers before climbing on top of the covers. “Where are you going to sleep?”
“In my bed,” he answered casually.
“What? But—”
I snapped my mouth shut the second he s
