“I put clean sheets on my bed. You two can have it, or—” “I’ll sleep with you. Fitz will sleep on the sofa.” Fitz clears his throat. “Or, I can sleep with Melissa, and you can sleep on the—” “Stop!” I giggle. “Mel, you have to promise to ignore everything Fitz says. Bullshit is his native language.” She blots her brow. “What? Sorry. I didn’t hear anything after Fitz suggested he sleep with me.” “Do you sleep on the right or left? Top or bottom?” he asks with a smirk. Melissa bites her lower lip. “Go.” I push my roller bag in her direction. “I just said to ignore him.
