Tig grimaced, whether at his demands or his changing of clothes signalling his imminent retiring, even she didn't know. She nestled into the pillows a little more and tried to take up more space in the bed than she was already. "No," she announced bluntly. "I'm trying to read, I need the light." Not that she could focus on her book anyway, the fact it was fairly dull didn't help.
She could suddenly imagine him trying to climb into bed with her, as he surely would in a matter of minutes, and the thought was repulsive enough to renew her grimace for a moment. "If you have a problem with that I'm sure you can find somewhere else to sleep." He wasn't going to though, was he? "You must've had your own bedroom in this house at one time, go there." Somehow she didn't think his old bedroom had been preserved as some sort of shrine but she couldn't seem to help but to show how very little she wanted him in the same bed. It would probably have the opposite effect but she doubted encouraging him into the bed would repel him either.
She could suddenly imagine him trying to climb into bed with her, as he surely would in a matter of minutes, and the thought was repulsive enough to renew her grimace for a moment. "If you have a problem with that I'm sure you can find somewhere else to sleep." He wasn't going to though, was he? "You must've had your own bedroom in this house at one time, go there." Somehow she didn't think his old bedroom had been preserved as some sort of shrine but she couldn't seem to help but to show how very little she wanted him in the same bed. It would probably have the opposite effect but she doubted encouraging him into the bed would repel him either.
