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“I have a California king. We can both sleep in it and not worry about touching the other.”

It takes me a moment before I realize what he just said. I was distracted by the small sliver of skin he’s showing. Literally, it’s nothing, and I’m stunned.

“Did you just say that we could share a bed?”

“Yes.”

“Sooo, like we both would sleep in it?”

“Unless you feel inclined to do more than sleep.” His lips tug to a cross between a smile and a smirk.

“Cute.”

“Well, you are checking me out, so my apologies if I read the lust in your eyes wrong.”

I roll my eyes, but I’m still smiling.

“As if you’ve never checked me out.”

“I never said I didn’t. You’re hot, Grace. I’m not blind.”

“Well, neither am I.”

“Cool.”

“Great.”

“Glad we cleared that up.”

“Me too.”

“So, let’s get our hot asses to bed then.”

“Ugh, can you not say it like that?”

“Why not? You think I’m hot, I think you’re sexy hot—let’s go to bed.”

“And sleep on separate sides.”

“Sure.”

“Preston.”

“Grace.”

“Stop it.”

“Then stop smiling at me, Sunny.”

I stomp my foot and march past him, grabbing my bag sitting near the hallway.

“I call dibs on the bathroom first.”

“Since there are three, I think that’s fair.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“And yet, you picked me to be fake-engaged to.”