“I’m still not sleeping next to you in just a shirt,” she insisted. “I hear you, Tessa,” Theon replied, gently pushing her down so she sat on the edge of the bed. “I will sleep in the armchair.” He lifted her legs up into the bed. “You will? Why?” He helped her lie down before leaning over her, his face hovering inches from hers. “Because despite what you seem to have convinced yourself of, it is more than a bond, Tessa.” He brushed a soft kiss to her cheek before pulling the sheets and comforter over her.
