"I'll sleep on the floor."
Now that she knew he wasn't gay, she naturally had to keep her distance.
"If I wanted to do something to you, would sleeping on the floor help?" he asked lightly.
'Alright, fine, I'll sleep on the bed!'
'It's not like it's the first time.'
That night, they shared a bed again, but a great chasm lay between them. She faced one way, and he faced the other, not a word spoken, each occupying one side of the bed.
Before she drifted off to sleep, Stella Lockwood's confusion grew heavier. 'This guy must want to marry me because he likes me, but after we're married, he has no intention of touching me and is deliberately giving me the cold shoulder. What's that all about?'
'Ugh, his thoughts are just too hard to guess.'
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