“I’ll sleep here,” he says, already gathering some blankets and a spare pillow. I shake my head, fighting back a yawn. “Come on, we’ve shared a bed before,” I remind him. There’s no reason to make him sleep on the floor when there’s plenty of space beside me. I’ve known the guy since primary school, and we’ve had plenty of sleepovers in the past. This is no different. He hesitates for a moment before giving me a tired nod. “Alright,”
This is not going to end well 🫣
