“Yes,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say aproblem, but it seems like by now you might’ve had ample time to take it down. It’s definitely a choice that every night you go to sleep staring at Harry Styles.”
“Look at the direction of the bed; I don’t look at the poster at all when I go to sleep,” she said defensively. “Also, I feel like the second I start making the room mine, I’m accepting the fact that I’m going to be here long-term.”
“Okay, that makes total sense to me,” I said, now fully peeking into her room. “At least you have your own bathroom; that’s kind of a nice design feature.”
It was unusual for such a small house to have a bathroom attached to a kid’s bedroom.
“My mother insisted my dad tear out the closet and give me my own bathroom because she said any girl with three brothers earned the right to their own restroom.”
“I feel like I would’ve liked your mom,” I said, wishing I could take the sadness out of Duffy’s eyes.
“You definitely would’ve. Everybody loved her,” Duffy said with a smile. “I mean, just imagine the kind of woman who could keep my father happy while at the same time running a classroom and raising four kids. She was superwoman.”
“Sounds like it,” I said, and I genuinely wished I could’ve met her. I wanted to know everything about what made Duffy who she was.
“Even though I agree with your plan to not update this bedroom, I think I would’ve had to move in with a bigger bed. Is that a twin?”
“I think it’s technically a full,” she said. “But yeah, I definitely wouldn’t hate that. You wouldn’t even fit. You’d have to bring in a custom gigantor bed if you moved back to your parents’ house.”
“Hey, I’m starting to get a complex. First you assumed I couldn’t fit through that window—”
“You barely did,” she interrupted.
“—and now you think I can’t fit in an adult-sized bed?”
“Look at the size of you and look at that bed. It’s not an accusation, it’s a fact.”
“I’d fit on the bed, it just wouldn’t be comfortable.”
“Nope.Myfeet practically hang off the bed and I’m short. No way would you fit.”
“Let’s agree to disagree,” I said.
“We’re not agreeing or disagreeing—get on the bed,” she said, crossing her arms.
“Say that again, but slower, honey.”
“Get. On. The. Bed. Dumbass,” she said with a laugh. “So I can prove you wrong.”
“Even though I’m covered in paint?” I asked.
“It’s dry by now. Go.”
I slid off my shoes before taking a big leap and flopping onto her bed. Her bed that was way too freaking small for me—anyone with eyes could see that.
“See? I totally fit,” I said as half of each leg hung off the bottom of the bed.
She laughed and shook her head.
All it took was a tug on the bottom of her sweater, and boom—she fell down onto the bed beside me.
“We evenbothfit,” I exclaimed, even though she was pretty much just lying on top of me because there was zero room on the tiny mattress.
“Sure we do,” she quipped, grinning down at me. “I was right—admit it.”
“I won’t,” I said, truly not giving a shit about anything but those brown eyes and the cute dusting of freckles.
