"We're getting married anyway, so sharing a bed shouldn't be a problem, right?"
He let go of her hand, the corners of his thin lips lifting slightly. Turning around, he lay straight down on the soft, comfortable queen bed, casually picked up a magazine, and started flipping through it at leisure, clearly knowing she hadn't showered yet, as if he were deliberately waiting for her to finish so they could sleep together.
Everything happened so suddenly that she was caught off guard. She didn't understand how he'd clearly decided to sleep on the sofa, yet suddenly changed his mind, and even said something about not letting Grandma's efforts go to waste?
Still frozen where she stood, she just stared blankly and in confusion at the man leaning against the headboard, leisurely reading his magazine.
