ALANA
By some serious convincing, I walked into the bathroom with my night suit.
I was disgusted to even use the bathroom so I didn't. After I had changed into snug baby-pink sweats and a black tank top, I covered up with my coat, making sure it was completely buttoned.
When I got out, I found the same guy lounging on my bed, smiling all innocently. "Where do I sleep?" he asked. "There's no space."
I threw him a pillow and he caught it with a light, amused chuckle.
"Get off," I said, putting on a poker face, pointing a finger to the carpeted ground. "You can sleep on the floor."
Yes, I was ready to sleep although the murmuring in the room told me that wasn't quite what the others were doing. It was already eleven and I had to wake up early tomorrow. I needed my beauty rest. My legs ached from working in the kitchen all day long. I'd planned on massaging myself but clearly, I would be able to do no such thing.
