#Chapter209
Rejection-02
I slip myself inside the blanket we’re sharing, then I flick the lights off. She stirs, and I stiffen. I’m afraid that she might kick me out of the room for good, and I don’t want to sleep outside alone while she’s just a wall away.
/"Bash, is that you?/" she asks in a groggy voice.
/"Nope. I’m a bogeyman./" I bite my lower lip to hold my laugh.
She seems calm, or maybe she forgot what happened in the kitchen for a while. She turns to face me, draping her arm on my abdomen, then she snuggles her head under my arm. I slip my arm under her head for her to move closer to me.
/"Wow. A smelling good bogeyman./" She sniffs me.
I chuckle. /"Well, it’s your lucky night that you found a good smelling bogeyman, and it will only last before the sun rises in the morning./"
