Her objection to sharing a bed with him was so strong that she was sorely tempted to be the one to insist on sleeping elsewhere but that would be losing on a grander scale than merely tolerating his presence in the bed. If he was equally dreading the prospect then staying put would at least render it a draw.
"It's our room." She wanted to protest what he'd said further but there was no argument to be won on whether she was his wife or not. As it was, correcting him to a shared pronoun was arguably worse than leaving it alone. "Maybe the bed is too small after all," she muttered angrily into the pages of her book.
"It's our room." She wanted to protest what he'd said further but there was no argument to be won on whether she was his wife or not. As it was, correcting him to a shared pronoun was arguably worse than leaving it alone. "Maybe the bed is too small after all," she muttered angrily into the pages of her book.
