"Don't be ridiculous," she repeated, although this time she wasn't entirely sure who it was directed towards. Some women weren't afforded the privilege of a bedroom entirely to themselves, nor a husband as considerate as Everett had been. It was utterly ridiculous of her to be this nervous about sleeping next to him, for he most certainly wouldn't touch her with his sister only a few feet away. Would he?
"Sylvie might need something throughout the night. You should be in the bed too, just in case." She added, still facing the wall. "It'll be fine. We're married and you're a gentleman. You can't sleep on the floor." These were all the ways she was trying to rationalize insisting he not sleep on the floor; that she spoke them all aloud was something she wasn't entirely aware of.
"Sylvie might need something throughout the night. You should be in the bed too, just in case." She added, still facing the wall. "It'll be fine. We're married and you're a gentleman. You can't sleep on the floor." These were all the ways she was trying to rationalize insisting he not sleep on the floor; that she spoke them all aloud was something she wasn't entirely aware of.
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