"Only... one bed?" Choso repeats, his purple eyes focused on the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

How the hell did he get here with you? It was weird to think about if he was being honest. You hated him. Yet, he loved the way you reacted when he did anything to you. He let out a breath and allowed his shoulders to slump, looking over at you.

"Guess we're sharin' a bed. Better not snore" He was teasing you. But it was definitely not funny.