Best way to keep an eye on Theo?
Share a damn bed with him.
I won’t sleep well, but at least I’ll know if he tries to get up in the middle of the night.
Deep breath, Delaney. Deep, deep breath.
This will be okay.
I can do this.
It’s only for a couple nights. Just until Chandler is back in his happy place and Theo’s so tired of me that he finds a way to voluntarily avoid Chandler on his own.
I trudge back to the bedroom. Don’t look at the Theo-shaped lump on the left side of the bed. Climb delicately into the right side of the bed, leaving my shorts on.
Close my eyes.
And immediately wonder if I snore and don’t know it. Or if Theo snores. Or if he sneezes in his sleep. Or if he’s a thrasher.
I know I don’t toss and turn in my sleep. I lay down on my back, close my eyes, fall asleep, and wake up in the morning on my back.
The only time my covers are a mess is when I’m sick.
God,I’m boring.
I clear my throat. “Good night.”
He grunts.
“We’ll call maintenance tomorrow about the couch. If they can’t fix it, they can probably—”
“Good night, Delaney.”
Well.
That was a very direct and pointedshut upif I’ve ever heard one.
I sigh again.
Scoot closer to the edge of the bed. Just in case.
Readjust my pillow.
Close my eyes.
And I feel someone staring at me.
Nope. He’s definitely not staring at me.Definitelynot. He’s completely uninterested in anything I’m doing, and it’s all a figment of my imagination that I feel the weight of his gaze on me.
If I open my eyes and glance at his side of the bed, I’ll see that his head is still buried in his pillow and he’s not staring at me and my imagination is running wild because Sabrina has snuck me one too many romance novels that my mother doesn’t know I read with a very similar butentirely differentsituation here.
Those always involve two people who secretly like each other.
Ido notlike my best friend’s brother.
And he most definitely doesnotlike me. He’s made that abundantly clear.
Dammit.
