I have every intention of coming over here and dragging my son out and beating this stupid man senseless, though I probably would have needed help to do such a thing, and it all backfired.
"Stay, I will sleep on the couch," Valen says, gripping my arm.
"You would sleep on your own couch?" I scoff.
"Wouldn't be the first time. Also, pretty sure I have passed out on the floor more times than I can count," he says.
"No, I have to go see Zoe anyway."
"Call her and stay. The hotel will survive without you for one night."
"I don't even have clothes here."
"I own a washing machine and dryer; I also know how to use them."
"Ha, very funny. You're probably a better cleaner than I am with your OCD. But I don't think that is a good idea, I can't," I sigh, rubbing my temples.
Since when did my
