I nodded and got up to make that tea and put some distance between us. Before I did something wild like kiss him or something.
As I put the kettle on, Dare walked out of the room. He returned moments later, cursing.
“The fucking heating is busted. I’m so sorry. I should have checked,” he said.
“Oh don’t worry. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. You’re supposed to be safe here. You’re not very safe if you catch your death now, are you?”
I stared at him for a moment and he frowned in confusion.
“What?” he asked.
I smiled.
“You do know that you can’t catch a cold just because the room is cold, right?”
Dare opened his mouth to say something but seemed to regret it before he uttered anything and then huffed.
“Of course I know. But still. Sleeping in a freezing cold room can’t be good for you.”
I chuckled.
“I’ll just take an extra blanket if you have it.”
He shook his head.
“No. That’s not good enough. You sleep in my bedroom tonight and I’ll try and get it fixed tomorrow.”
I gasped.
“No. I couldn’t. Please. I don’t want to inconvenience you.”
“You’re not.”
“But I’m dragging you out of your own bed?—”
“I offered.”
“I know but?—”
“No buts. You’re sleeping in my bed tonight and that’s that.”
“What about you?” I asked and cast away any hint of a fantasy that had him sleeping next to me in his bed.
“I’ll take the guest room.”
“What? So you can catch your death?”
He huffed. “I’ve slept in worse conditions.”
“Oh don’t you pull that SEAL crap with me. That doesn’t mean you should suffer.”
He rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be quite fine.” I opened my mouth to protest but he just said, “I thought I can’t catch a cold from just being cold,” and I had no choice but to shut up.
Was I really going to sleep in Dare’s bed tonight? As if I needed any more fuel for my crush on him.
