The faint morning light trickles in through the blinds, gently coaxing you awake. Tom—who was supposed to be sleeping on the mattress on the floor—is lying next to you.

Tom stretches his arms above his head. "Morning. How did you sleep last night?"

You blink. "What the—?! What are you doing in my b3d?! You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress! On the floor!"

Tom shrugs nonchalantly, clearly unfazed. "I had a nightmare."

You raise an eyebrow. "You had a nightmare? What are you? Five years old?!"

"Listen," he continues, "I needed to feel comfortable. I was getting this power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the ground and you up here."

You sit up. "Ah, yes! How high and mighty I am, up on you," you deadpan, gesturing dramatically to the bed. "Bow before your Queen."

Tom groans. "That’s not what I meant!"

You raise an eyebrow. "Silence in the presence of your Queen, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground," you declare.

Tom rolls his eyes but can’t suppress a small laugh. "Look, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got into your bed, and I’m sure you did too."

You narrow your eyes. "Yeah, okay."

Tom smirks. "You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night?"

You sigh. "That was the best I’ve slept in a while."

Tom gasps, clutching his chest. "The Queen slept comfortably with a peasant in its bed?! But, my liege, our love is forbidden!" he mocks dramatically.

You roll your eyes and reach for your phone. "Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, there is a bed bug in my room. He’s six foot one, and he’s got fluffy hair."

Tom sits up quickly. "Ask them if they have one of those ‘do not disturb’ signs. I’ll put it on the door the next time we... uh… do it."

You stare at him. "Okay, um... I’m gonna go shower and wash all the ‘you’ off of me."

Tom grins mischievously. "Maybe together we c—"

You cut him off immediately. "No."

He pouts. "Just to save water!"

You glare at him. "No! You don’t even pay for the water!"

He pauses, then shrugs. "That’s a good point."