Chapter 21

Brandon

Where am I supposed to sleep?

Snoring comes from the couch; the guys fell asleep ten minutes ago. But not before ruining my floor. Beer cans and pizza boxes lay scattered everywhere, and I would rather not sleep on the floor. The couch isn't an option, either. More than five people are sleeping on the couch, and I cautiously glance down at Emilie.

She has stayed at my place countless nights in a row, but we have never shared a bed. Would she freak out if I asked her? In the past, I would have just flopped down beside her without asking, but after getting to know her, I...I care about her, okay?

"Do you wanna share a bed?" Please say yes. It would be beneath me to use my sister's bed or Bernie's—that little fucker uses way too much Axe bodyspray. I would suffocate as soon as I smelled his pillow.

Emilie looks up at me with a flushed face. "S-sure!"

"Great."

I walk up the stairs and notice Emilie's gaze is locked on her feet. Why do I get the feeling this is a bigger deal