Mark stared at him for a long, tense moment before letting out a sharp breath. "Fine. Since you want me to sleep here so badly, I'm going to sleep here."
Mark walked over to the sofa in the corner of the room, sitting down and working on his laptop for a little while longer. Charles watched him silently, still refusing to get angry, holding onto the hope that the coldness would pass.
Eventually, Mark shut his laptop, set it aside, and climbed onto the bed, lying down on his side.
Hoping to bridge the growing distance between them, Charles carefully moved closer, slowly reaching out as if he wanted to cuddle him.
But before he could even touch him, Mark spoke coldly. "Please, I don't like being touched when I want to sleep. Sleep on your own side and let me sleep on mine."
