Page 107 of My Hero
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“You’re not sleeping in my bed.” He started toward the door.
“But I was there first!”
“’Tismybed.”
“You weren’t using it.” She actually wedged her limbs in the doorway, trying to prevent his exit.
“Well, I’m going to use it now.”
“’Tisn’t fair!”
He didn’t feel like arguing the absurdity of a tiny lass expropriating his huge bed while he lay cramped on a small pallet by the fire.
“The only way you’re sleeping in that bed,” he whispered wickedly, “is if you’re sharing it with me.”
