“Ainsley,” she said, firmer this time. “Stop pretending to be asleep.”
There was a pause. Then, a shuffle near the bed.
“... I didn’t mean to wake you,” Ainsley’s voice finally came, low and unsure.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice was cold, flat and irritated.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he replied, glancing up at her. “I was cold… and scared,” Ainsley said.
“There’s a couch in the living room,” Eloise replied.
“I didn’t want to sleep alone.”
She narrowed her eyes. “So you chose the floor next to my bed?”
He gave a small nod.
She exhaled sharply. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I can leave if you want……” He moved, but she stopped him.
“My feet are cold,” she said instead.
Ainsley looked startled. “Y-Yeah? I can fix that!”
He quickly knelt beside the bed and took her feet in his hands, ru
