There's nothing wrong with a brother and sister sleeping in the same bed. We agreed on that. At least we did before he got married.
"We can share," I told him.
Chris smiled and stood up.
"Do you promise to keep your hands to yourself this time?"
He half turned to look at me with a silly grin on his face like he was about to laugh. I wanted to laugh too. I knew he wanted me to think he was implying I had failed previously at keeping my hands to myself, which I hadn't.
"You know I'm not big on promises of specific performance. It's a lawyer thing."
"Will you promise to try?"
"Maybe," I shrugged like I was serious. "I might be able to promise to try to keep my hands to myself. Can I let you know in the morning?"
"With you lawyer types, that's probably the best I can hope for, isn't it
