“Is there another bedroom here I’m unaware of?”
“Nope.” He grabs hold of my hand, then pulls me off the couch.
I squint at him through the dark.
His hand is warm against mine, and when he releases his grip, I realize I should have stopped holding onto his hand long ago. My palm feels cold without it.
I follow him toward his room, quiet so we don’t wake up Luca.
He ushers me into his room, then I whirl around. “You have a game too! You can’t give me your bed.”
“I have no intention of doing that,” he says.
“Oh.”
I glance around the bedroom. The door is closed, but light still comes in from the shades, and I make out shapes.
Yep, there’s only one bed.
I wonder if there’s something I’m missing and I drift into the dim room.
“Do you have another bed?” I ask.
Axel snorts. “I Love Lucystyle? Nope, that wouldn’t be popular with the Puck Bunnies.”
My face goes hot.
I don’t want to imagine Axel doing acrobatic activities here.
Axel marches to the bed, then jumps on it. “Get on.”
“But—” I shake my head. “I can’t share a bed with you.”
“We used to share a room,” Axel says. “Of course we can share a king bed. Do you have any idea how many times you’ve fallen asleep on my shoulder on bus trips?”
“I’ve never done that!” I say hotly.
“New York?”
I don’t really remember that trip. Was I sleeping on him? No. No, I wouldn’t have.
“Maybe I dozed briefly.”
Axel giggles, then sobers. “It’s in both of our interests that you sleep tonight.”
“I know,” I say. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“So get on.”
Right. I inch toward the bed. I try not to think that I’ll be sleeping next to Axel. Couples share beds.
I feel like I need to let him know about me. Let him know I might like this too much.
“Axel…
“You’re overthinking, Enz.”
“There are things you don’t know. I-I don’t want you to hate me?—”
