She sat down gingerly on the bed, as if afraid of breaking it. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” “Don’t be absurd. I imagine that the bed is big enough for both of us.” Tsira was about a foot or so taller than Jeckran, and significantly broader: it would be a tight fit—he imagined that she might hang off the end a bit—but he couldn’t in good conscience let her sleep on the floor. He could, he supposed, volunteer to sleep on the floor himself, but the fact of the matter was that he didn’t want to. The floorboards looked exceedingly uncomfortable. “Don’t mind?” He managed not to blush. “Not at all.”
THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED!!!
will i ever tire of this trope
no.
