>Sebastian
“No talking.” There was no point in her getting any ideas. I may be staying in her room, but we already did the talking.
“Didn’t plan on it,” she scoffed, opening the door and charging in. She went straight to the desk where her laptop sat open. She plopped down in the chair and pressed a pair of earbuds into her ears.
Rolling my eyes, I set my bag under the window and went to the closet. My ribs ached something fierce, but I wasn’t about to push any more boundaries with Lynlee. I could sleep on the tiny sofa instead of sharing the bed.
I found an additional pillow and blanket in the closet and tried to get comfortable on the couch. I don’t consider myself a giant. There are certainly guys in the league bigger than me. Hell, there are guys on the team bigger than me.
