I'm Bad. You're Worse.

Twenty Two: Bed Mates

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"Move over," Jake groans when he sees me stretched out leisurely on his bed.

I raise an eyebrow and roll onto my side, facing him. "I'm the guest, you know. And besides, I don't share beds with boys." I smirk.

"Fine. Then you can sleep on the couch, where my mother will find you in the morning and happily slaughter you to death." Jake replies, glaring at me. I laugh.

"I thought you said she didn't care?" I reply, grinning. "Move over." "No." "Move over." "No." "Move over!" "No!"

"YOU sleep on the couch," I quip, snuggling in. "You asked for it." He sighs. "Don't you dare-"

I am cut off by Jake lifting me easily off of the bed and plopping me down carelessly to the side as he jumps into his spot and settles in.

I cross my arms, glaring.

He doesn't budge.

What an asshole.

"I'm sleeping on the floor." I snap, opening up his closet to search for some blankets.

"Don't be such a hard ass." Jake snorts, patting the empty space beside him. "I don't bite," he says with a wink.

I rifle through his closet for five more minutes, finding no other blankets or anything even remotely soft enough to sleep on.

I wonder to myself whether Jake did this on purpose, suspecting that I was going to be stubborn about sharing his bed.

"We have school tomorrow," he tries again. "You need sleep, Gorgeous." I scoff, finally yielding and crawling into bed with him.

I scoot as far away as the space will allow. Considering how huge Jake's bed is, it's pretty far.

I settle comfortably on my side, turning my back to him. It would just be too awkward if I slept facing him.

All of my efforts go to waste though, because just a few seconds later, Jake is there, pressed up behind me, one arm thrown around my waist, the other resting firmly against my back.

"Jesus! Do you have no concept of personal space at all?" I exclaim softly, attempting to pry his strong arms from my body.

"Is there ever a time you're not flirting?" I ask again, still trying to escape from his grasp.

"SHH. I'm trying to sleep, Gorgeous." He says in return, holding me tighter. "Jake, get off. Please," I plead, wanting to sleep.

With Jake around me in bed at night, sleeping is going to be nearly impossible.

I groan to myself. I'm going to be dealing with this every. Single. Day. I feel like slamming my face into the headboard.

I try kicking at his legs and slapping at his arms, but he simply buries his face into my shoulder and closes his eyes.

I eventually stop my futile attempts at struggling when Jake's breathing gradually slows into restful sleep.

Sighing, I burrow deeper into the covers and push myself up against Jake.

Might as well get comfy.

"Night, Holter," I whisper into the darkness, willing myself to sleep.

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