I looked down at Avery on my couch. We need to come up with a more comfortable arrangement. If she was not going to sleep on the bed with me, then I was going to have to take the couch. Oh, to hell with that, what was I thinking? This was my room, and I was forced to share it with her. Sleeping on my sofa was not a compromise that I wanted to make.
I rolled my eyes. Damn it, I will have to do the gentlemanly thing and sleep on the couch. Or, maybe not. Maybe I could make sure that she goes to bed before me and ends up exactly in my bed. I can come in later, even if it means that we are not f*****g, just sleeping. I was not one to share my bed with anyone, either. When the romance was over, I was straight back out of the hotel and back here, leaving whoever I chose for the night to enjoy
