- Ronan Hale:
I groaned, rubbing my hands down my face as Elara grinned like she just won some kind of competition. My flower? What the actual hell was wrong with her?
"You're unbelievable," I muttered, turning away before she could see the way my ears burned.
"And you're dramatic," she shot back, striding toward the bed like she owned the place. She sat down, testing the mattress with her hand. "It's not even that bad."
I scoffed. "I don't care how good the bed is. I'm not sharing it with you."
She flopped back onto the pillows, making herself comfortable. "Suit yourself. But do not want to wake up in the middle of the night to find you complaining about back pain because you refused a perfectly good bed."
