Ruelle's gaze moved between Lucian and the bed before she quietly voiced out the thought in her mind, "It isn't that time of the month for me yet."
Lucian turned a page as he responded, "I know," lifting his eyes to meet hers.
A small crease formed between her brows. "Then… if I take the bed, where will you sleep?" She could not imagine the couch to be comfortable enough for him.
"I haven't decided yet," he replied. His gaze lingered just long enough for warmth to rise to her cheeks and she averted her eyes quickly, suddenly aware of the way her hands clutched the edge of her sleeve.
"I don't think it would be proper," she murmured.
Lucian tilted his head slightly. He asked with an even voice, "Which part is improper? Me sleeping on the couch… or me sleeping in the same bed as you?"
