“Don’t apologize,” I whisper. “Do you want to go to your room?” “No.” He shakes his head. “But if you want me to leave, I can. I’m sorry.” That pulls a breathless laugh from me. “I’m sorry, let me rephrase that. I’ll be sleeping where you are tonight. Do you want to stay here, or do you think you’d sleep better if we were in your bed?” His lips twitch. “We can stay here.”
