“Because I’m not sleeping with you.” He gives me a look, to which I quickly rephrase, “I’m not sleeping in this bed with you.” He’s making no effort to hide how humorous he finds this. “And why is that? It’s not as though we haven’t shared a bed before.” “So you keep reminding me.” I turn my attention back to the neglected braid. “Yes, before.” Before every bit of betrayal that was brought between us. “Well, you don’t have much of a choice.” He nods to the chain hanging limply between us. “You could hang your head off the other side of the bed,” I say sweetly. “Why don’t you, seeing that
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good point i fear
