"Do I what?" He asked in surprise.
"Do you hog the blankets? If you don't then of course you can sleep with me. But if you're a blanket hog, then you'll have to take the couch." I kept a solemn expression on my face, as though I was really serious about the blanket issue.
Bradley held up his hand in the 'scout's honor' position and replied. "I promise you I am not a blanket hog. And as long as I can spoon you, the blankets won't matter, because I'll keep you toasty warm."
That did it. I couldn't hold back my laughter. This man was too much. I don't care if it's four days, four weeks, four months, or four years, this man was made for me. I was going to trust him. Marry him. Live with him. And love him.
"Then I guess you're sleeping with me, then." Bradley's face lit up with a megawatt s
