"You know, when you said I should stay over, I assumed you'd arrange a bedroom for me. Any bedroom." Matthew stated in a prickly tone.
His eyes scanned the stack of hay in front of him, and a heavy frown painted his lips.
Mallory passed the helmet to his side, and stepped into the stable, "Well, my family hates yours to the core, so I can't have exactly have you waltz through the front door."
Sobered up, Matthew let out a harsh groan. "You're too much."
She shook her head and leveled her eyes at the stacks of hay, "The stable was cleaned this morning, and I'll bring you a pillow and a blanket to keep you warm." She said, lowering herself into a squat. "And see, this stack of hay isn't all that bad, some might even think it's comfortable." She responded, laying on her back.
Just as she was getting comfy, Matthew tossed his helmet to the ground and slumped next to her on the stack of hay.
