“I’ll sleep on the couch,” I said eventually, voice husky. “Just shut up and get in the bed, Charlie,” Moth snapped, voice thick with anger and embarrassment. “Unless the thought of sleeping next to me makes you feel sick.” “Jesus Christ, it’s not that,” I blurted, padding closer. “I just don’t want to make you more uncomfortable.” Moth was quiet for a long time. Eventually he burrowed deeper under the blanket and tucked his chin down. “Just go to sleep,” he said quietly, which made me bite my lip.
