I stepped quickly out of his hold and looked up at the white sheet that divided the room into two spaces, the hide-a-bed on one side and the couch on the other. Dusting my hands together, I rested them on my hips like I meant business. “You can sleep on this side of the sheet,” I said all no-nonsense-like. “When it’s night, this is my side of the room.”
He gave me a blunt stare. “I’ll try to resist the temptation.”
Okay. You know what? He didn’t have to be insulting. It’s not like I’m dog meat in the looks department. “Yeah, that’s what my last three boyfriends said,” I informed him acidly. “It didn’t work.”
“You’ve had boyfriends?” he snorted.
Getting even more insulted, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why do you sound so surprised? Don’t you think I’m pretty enough to have had boyfriends?”
He scowled down at me. “I didn’t say that.”
“I’ve had plenty of boyfriends!”
“Congratulations,” he snarked. “Your family must be very proud.”