As soon as the light went out she grunted in annoyance and threw the book off the bed. She wasn't going to move over for the sake of reaching the nightstand. Not that it mattered. Rather than ask her to move, he simply started to get in. As much as Tig wanted to keep him out, she reflexively flinched away from him as he started to push her aside.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Her furious outburst sounded far more like panic and indignation than it was supposed to. She gave him as wide a berth as she could manage without hanging off the side of the bed. She scowled furiously at him through the dark. She wished she didn't have to look at him at all but the thought of turning her back on him made her deeply uneasy. She didn't know why exactly, he probably just wanted to sleep and get the weekend over as much as she did.

She couldn't sleep like this. If he even moved in the slightest she was sure she was going to hurl herself across the room like a cat dunked in water. "You- You stay over there," she sputtered. Had there really been a tremor in her voice or was it her imagination? She hoped it was the latter, she was already convinced that he was able to hear her heart hammering away in her chest like an express train.

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