“That’s not a ‘huh’ situation,” I snapped, gesturing wildly. “That’s a ‘what is wrong with this house and why is there only one bed?’ situation.”
Tino looked at me, clearly fighting a smile. “Sounds comfy.”
“No, no, no,” I said, spinning toward the staircase. “He has to have an air mattress or something. Or a couch. Or?—”
“Relax,” Tino said. “We’ll figure it out.”
I glared at him. “You sound awfully calm for someone about to sleep two feet away from me.”
“What, you’ve never shared a bed before?”
“Not with you!” I said. “You’re like six feet tall! You take up space!”
He flopped backward onto the mattress, hands behind his head. “Comfy.”
“Get off!” I said. “That’s not your half.”
“My half?”
“Yes!” I said. “We’re dividing it right down the middle. Exactly fifty-fifty.”
Tino rolled over onto his side, grinning at me. “What if I’m more of a diagonal sleeper?”
“Then you can diagonally sleep on the floor.”
He gave me that lazy grin that never failed to get under my skin. “I trust you not to cross the invisible line.”
“Please,” I said. “If anyone’s going to cross the invisible line, it’s you.”
Tino pressed a hand to his heart. “You wound me.”
“I’ll wound you for real if you snore,” I muttered, crossing the room to grab my bag. I tried not to think too hard about the fact that there was only one bed, one duvet, and one very traitorous flutter in my chest every time he looked at me like this was the funniest thing that had ever happened to him. I turned away, pretending to rummage through my bag for pajamas. When I looked back at him, he was still lying there, looking up at theceiling, the corners of his mouth still curved like he couldn’t help himself.
I blew out a breath. “Fine. Whatever. We’ll set ground rules.”
He nodded solemnly. “Ground rules. Okay. Hit me.”
“One—we stay on our own sides.”
“Obviously.”
“Two—no funny business.”
He made a face. “Define ‘funny business.’”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“I feel like that rule insults my integrity.”
“Tino.”
“Okay, okay! No funny business.”
“Three—no talking once the lights are off.”
He grinned. “Wow. Strict curfew.”
“Four—no snoring.”
