Alison POV
I opened my eyes when I didn't hear him snort or make another comment, I was surprised by his silence and even worse, I didn't like him being here despite this being his home.
"What are you doing?" I asked without looking at him.
"Changing clothes.” He answered with a calm voice.
"Why here?” I complained.
"Because this is my room.”
"What?" I said almost in a shout.
"What?" I heard him laugh: "Do you mind sleeping in my bed? Don't worry, I don't have fleas.”
"What kind of joke is that?" I asked and covered myself with the blankets.
I was sleeping in the enemy's house, even worse, I was in his bed… I can't believe I was sleeping in the bed of the man I hate the most, besides having been using his clothes, and even his bathroom... Just thinking about it makes me sick, but
