#Chapter 55: Sharing the Bed

When Asher had invited me to spend the night in his hotel room, as mine was occupied by the cheerleaders’ party, I had expected my own double bed. Walking over the threshold, I found not two beds, but one. I froze, unable to move forward or back. It’s not that I didn’t want this, but… But… “I’ll sleep on the floor,” Asher said, urging me forward so he could close the door behind us. No. This was his room. How could I barge in here and force him to sleep on the hard ground? The bed was large, king-size. If we stayed on opposite ends, we wouldn’t even need to touch. “It’s fine,” I said nervously. “The bed’s big enough… It should be fine.” “You sure?” I wasn’t really, but I nodded anyway. I would have to watch myself, making sure I stayed on my own side so that the past didn’t repeat itself. No sexy dreams tonight, no matter what. Asher accepted my answer at face value. He crossed the room to his suitcase and pulled out one of his t-shirts. “Here,” he said, holding it out for me