He rubbed at his neck as he took in the blankets on the couch. “You’re not sleeping ... in my room? Like usual?” “The couch is fine.” His brow wrinkled, but after a while, he nodded. “All right, then. Good night.” Flashing a shadow of a smile at her, he shut the door, and his footsteps receded as he returned to his room. She punched her pillow before she pulled it out from under her cheek and hugged it next to her body like it was a person. She didn’t need to sleep with him. Her anger would keep her company.
