“You can stay here as long as you want, as long as you need to.” “Not true,” I argued. “Eventually, you’re going to have another teammate in the room I’m squatting in now.” “Then you can stay in mine,” Leo quipped back, and he crossed the kitchen into my space with a salacious grin. “My bed is the best in the house.” “And you’d be where, on the couch?” He shrugged. “I guess — until you realize you want me in there with you.”
