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“Is there another bedroom here I’m unaware of?”

“Nope.” He grabs hold of my hand, then pulls me off the couch.

I squint at him through the dark.

His hand is warm against mine, and when he releases his grip, I realize I should have stopped holding onto his hand long ago. My palm feels cold without it.

I follow him toward his room, quiet so we don’t wake up Luca.

He ushers me into his room, then I whirl around. “You have a game too! You can’t give me your bed.”

“I have no intention of doing that,” he says.

“Oh.”

I glance around the bedroom. The door is closed, but light still comes in from the shades, and I make out shapes.

Yep, there’s only one bed.

I wonder if there’s something I’m missing and I drift into the dim room.

“Do you have another bed?” I ask.

Axel snorts. “I Love Lucystyle? Nope, that wouldn’t be popular with the Puck Bunnies.”

My face goes hot.

I don’t want to imagine Axel doing acrobatic activities here.

Axel marches to the bed, then jumps on it. “Get on.”

“But—” I shake my head. “I can’t share a bed with you.”

“We used to share a room,” Axel says. “Of course we can share a king bed. Do you have any idea how many times you’ve fallen asleep on my shoulder on bus trips?”

“I’ve never done that!” I say hotly.

“New York?”

I don’t really remember that trip. Was I sleeping on him? No. No, I wouldn’t have.

“Maybe I dozed briefly.”

Axel giggles, then sobers. “It’s in both of our interests that you sleep tonight.”

“I know,” I say. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“So get on.”

Right. I inch toward the bed. I try not to think that I’ll be sleeping next to Axel. Couples share beds.

I feel like I need to let him know about me. Let him know I might like this too much.

“Axel…

“You’re overthinking, Enz.”

“There are things you don’t know. I-I don’t want you to hate me?—”