Copyright: All Rights Reserved © "You can take the bed," he tells me. I stare at him, "I'm fine with the floor." I say as I see the small sleeping bag sprawled across the floor and crawl into it. I get under the warm covers and close my eyes. I feel his presence behind me but I don't bother to notice him. "You're making me look bad," he says. I turn around to face him. He is kneeling down next to the sleeping bag. "Who are you trying to look good for?" I question and he sighs. "I'm trying to act like a gentleman," he tells me and I roll my eyes playfully. "I've never heard of a gentleman that almost runs a girl over with a car?" I joke, begining to laugh. It is his turn to roll his eyes, before he lays down next to me on the floor.