Sleeping Arrangements

Before I’d even fully dressed, I could hear the movers he’d brought with him lifting side tables and odds and ends.

Porter knocked and I told him I was dressed.

He cracked the door and saw I was before pushing it open.

“Why’d you check?” I asked affronted. “You thought I’d be laying in here waiting for you?”

“A man can hope. It’s been a minute.” He said.

Making me flush that he’d beaten me at my own game. “I doubt a very long minute.”

“That’s a matter of perspective.” He shrugged. Inspecting my most intimate domain. “You want this side table.”

“It’s a bedstand.” I corrected.

“What’s the difference?”

I have no idea!

“Huge difference.” I said aloud, contrary to my inner thoughts. I crossed my arms over a loose t-shirt. Which I’d opted to throw over some frayed white jean shorts.

“If you say so. You want it?”

“Will I have somewhere to put it?”

“I was going to put you in my room, and I was going to take the couch. So, whatever you want.”

“No!” I cried. My arms dropping to my sides. “I’m n