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"You're welcome to stay here, but—" she cuts me off as her arms wrap around my neck, and she presses her lips to mine.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." Yep, her happy switch is maxed again.
"I was about to say, I don't have any clean clothes for you, and the couch is lumpy, so I'll let you have my bed. Also, my roommate is a pervert, so watch out."
She looks at me like I'm an idiot. Before saying,
"That's okay. I keep a bag in my car, just in case of emergencies. And what's wrong with us sharing your bed? It's big enough, and Dennis doesn't bother me."
"How can I argue with that? I just don't want to presume anything," I laughingly joke.
"You know nothing, Jon Snow," I recognize the quote from one of my favorite fantasy novel series, 'A Song of Ice and Fire,' and we both laugh as she brush the snow off my shoulder.
"Have you seen the HBO series based on the novels?" I ask her.
"Yeah, I've seen them but it's not as good as the books," she replies earnestly.
