"What are you doing?" He asked me. I was about to lie down on the bed in front of me. The soft mattress and the comfortable blanket invited me to press my back and sleep on it.
"I'll sleep. I have headache." I said. He just came out from his bathroom. I am very sleepy and I can't make any arguments right now. I was still under the power of that stupid drink.
"Excuse me. I am occupying the bed."
"What?"
"Go and use the couch. I can't use it. Otherwise I would have painful back tomorrow."
"Tsk,whatever." I got the pillow and the blanket. He got it and lay down on the bed.
"I'm using it. If you want to use it too, you can sleep next to me. You don't have to worry. You are not my type. "
As if I was hit by a big lightning. His words echoed in my ears.
"Me too,you're not my type. "
Then I went to the couch. I use the jacket which I'm not sure whose jacket is that. The last time I looked at the bed he was sleeping soundly facing his back at me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
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