Page 17 of Healing of the Heart

“Come on,” Blake says, “let’s get ready for bed.”

“Fine, but I’m changing in the bathroom.”

Blake laughs. “Okay, sweetheart.”

“No nudity for you, you pervert,” Amory retorts, and Blake only laughs harder.

“Okay then, while you go to the bathroom, I’ll change out here and be very disappointed that I don’t get to see your breasts.”

Amory gasps, but she laughs. “Gosh, you’re such a pervert.”

“I never claimed not to be,” Blake says.

Amory just laughs and gathers her clothes before she goes into the bathroom to change. When she comes out of the bathroom, she sees that Blake has also changed into sleep clothes and is staring at the pile of blankets where Amory slept last night.

“Are you still sleeping on that monstrosity?” Blake asks.

“You mean the floor?” Amory asks. “Yeah.”

“That can’t be comfortable.”

“It’s not,” Amory admits. “I’ve had a pain in my side all day.”

Blake gives her a disapproving look. “You know you can still sleep on the bed with me; I won’t bite.”

“I am not sleeping with you.”

“Damn,” Blake says, “I’m not asking to have sex with you, just offering a comfortable place to sleep. You know, where you won’t wake up with a pain in your side.”

“I’m good,” Amory says, holding on to her stubbornness.

“Suit yourself,” Blake says. “But it really is a comfortable bed.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Amory says.

She goes to the floor and lays her head down on the pillow, wrapping the blanket around her. Blake goes to the bed and lies down. Amory tries to ignore how the hard wood digs into her hip bone.

She closes her eyes and tries to ignore Blake. She turns around to the other side, the opposite of the one she slept on last night.

She hears Blake sigh from the bed and tries to ignore her.

“Oh my,” Blake says in an overly dramatic voice, “This bed sure is comfy.”

“Oh, shut up,” Amory says with a groan. “Not this again.”

It was annoying enough to hear Blake compliment the bed last night while she was trying to sleep, but she doesn’t want to hear it for a second day in a row. Or any more days, which is sure to happen as long as Amory chooses to sleep on the floor.

“I’m just saying that I can hear you tossing and turning from the floor. And the bed is comfy. It also doesn’t cause me pain or any of that shit.”

Amory tries to ignore her, but she can’t easily ignore the pain on her side.

“You know what?” Amory says, “I’m tired of this shit.”

Amory stands up and walks over to the bed, carrying the pillow and blanket that she was using.

“Move over,” she says to Blake.

“Finally! Do you know how hard it is sleeping while hearing you move around like that?”

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