[Three hours later]
"Argh—why the hell can't I fall asleep?" Anna jolted upright on the bed and huffed, pushing her hair back from her face.
She glanced at the clock. Three hours. Three very long, very annoying hours of tossing, turning, flipping pillows, and glaring at the ceiling like it had personally offended her.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered.
She lay back down, stared at the ceiling for exactly five seconds, then sat up again.
Her mind, traitor that it was, drifted straight to Daniel.
"Did I make a mistake letting him take the other room?" she whispered to herself.
Her eyes slid toward the couch across the room. It looked innocent enough, but compared to Daniel's height, it was basically a decorative piece. Uncomfortable. Criminally small.
"And the floor…" she grimaced. "Okay no. That would've been too cruel. I'm not a monster."
She flopped back down dramatically, pulling the blanket over her head.
He agreed so easily, she thought. Too easily.
