Everyone is leaving except the few who were passed out in random places. All the guest rooms are occupied, and obviously his parents' room is off limits, leaving his room.
"I'll take the floor," he offers.
"No, it's fine, I will."
"If I'm making you stay here, you get the bed."
It was a full, so there's only room for couples who enjoy being in close proximity. No thanks.
"I don't even want to guess how many girls have been in it, I'll gladly take the floor," I finalize.
"None. No one has ever slept in my bed except me. Now if I need to hold you there, I will."
"You mean cuddle?"
He starts rambling.
"Whatever, let's get this over with."
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We Could Be - A Short Story
Historia CortaBased off an idea from a fellow Wattpadder. "You fuck every girl you see, but I kiss one guy and you throw a fit! We're not even friends, let alone together!" "We could be..."
