Amber cautiously stepped inside, not sure what to do. Aidan, sensing her discomfort, took charge. "Why don't you head upstairs, first door on the right, and make yourself comfortable. That's my bedroom. I'll sleep on the sofa down here," he said softly, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. "No, I really don't want to impose, I'll sleep on the sofa," she stammered. "Nonsense," he replied, "I won't let a beautiful girl like you sleep on a sofa like that." She nodded her head reluctantly and wandered upstairs. She found Aidan's bedroom and crawled into his comfortable king-size bed. She was just about to drift off to sleep when she heard a faint knock. "Come in," she mumbled, half asleep. Aidan opened the door and poked in. Amber practically gasped at the sight of him shirtless. "Need anything, sweetheart?" he implored, walking over to the bed and siting down next to her. "No, no, I'm fine. Thank you again for this," she replied. "My pleasure. Alright then," Aidan said, standing back up again, "If you need anything, I'm right downstairs. Sleep well, hopefully you won't have too bad a hangover tomorrow," he chuckled. She smiled, and he leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, darling."
