Sleep on his bed? With him? He has to be crazy. How do I even start? I know we slept together once but it’s only because I was drunk. I didn’t know what was happening. But now? We can’t. On the same bed? He has to be kidding me.
“With you?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
“You are out of your mind.”
“It’s no big deal. We slept together once.”
“You have said it. Once and it’s only because I was not sober. Only that.”
“But you liked it.”
“I didn’t. It was irritating.” Who am I kidding? I liked it and I don’t mind doing it again but sleeping on the same bed again is like digging my own grave.
“Stop lying to yourself Mel. I know you miss it.” He says smugly.
“ Don’t get ahead of yourself. Anyway, why don’t you sleep on the couch?”
“And leave the bed for you?”
“Of course. Sharing a bed with you is
