When Asher had invited me to spend the night in his hotel room, as mine was occupied by the cheerleaders’ party, I had expected my own double bed. Walking over the threshold, I found not two beds, but one.
I froze, unable to move forward or back. It’s not that I didn’t want this, but… But…
“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Asher said, urging me forward so he could close the door behind us.
No. This was his room. How could I barge in here and force him to sleep on the hard ground?
The bed was large, king-size. If we stayed on opposite ends, we wouldn’t even need to touch.
“It’s fine,” I said nervously. “The bed’s big enough… It should be fine.”
“You sure?”
I wasn’t really, but I nodded anyway.
I would have to watch myself, making sure I stayed on my own side so that the past didn’t repeat
