“Um…are you going to sleep on the beanbag chair?” “Do I have another option? There’s only one bed.” I blink and then burst out giggling. Drake looks at me in confusion. “It’s like the book tropes, you know. Enemies to lovers, when they stay in one room, and there’s only one bed, and they need to share it.” I thread my fingers through my hair as my laugh dies in my throat. Why did I mention that? “I’m sorry, that was unnecessary.”
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