“First you crash my trip, now you’re crashing my room. You can take the floor.” “The floor?” He picks up his duffle bag and suitcase, shouldering past me. Surrendering, I let him pass without an argument, trailing after him. “No can do, Jim. This body is a temple.” “We are not sharing the bed.” “Is it because you don’t trust yourself with me?” “No. It’s because I don’t trust you.” Oz snickers. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” “I honestly am going to kill you.” “Why do you keep saying that? Oz, I’m going to kill you,” he mimics in a feminine voice. It’s actually somewhat disconcerting. “That’s the
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