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beds in the shelters, so we’d throw our sleeping bags on the floor. At least they had heat, which was better than some of the communes we lived in. Our tent wasn’t half bad, but even Florida can get cold at night.” Her feet stopped moving and she coughed. “Please. I’m sure your sense of chivalry is protesting allowing a woman to sleep on the floor, but it’s my choice. I promise you I’m not going to hold some residual resentment and then go all postal on you tomorrow. It’s been a long day and I’d just like to get my pajamas on and sleep until the sun comes up.”
    He hated how nonchalant she was about her history of sleeping on the floor. Everyone deserved a bed.
    She was right. His uncle’s voice wasn’t the only voice in his head telling him to take the floor. “While I believe you, I’m not some spoiled rich kid who doesn’t know how to rough it. Not that sleeping on this plush carpeted floor is a hardship.” He stood, threw a pillow on the floor, and began pulling the duvet cover from the bed. She got off the bed to allow him to continue, and he dropped the large blanket below the pillow. “See? I’ll wrap myself like a burrito and it will be as good as if I were in a bed.” He’d prefer to be in bed with her, but he didn’t want to start their cohabitation on the wrong foot. “Besides, didn’t you mention you slept on the bus last night? Come on. Take the bed.”
    The moon shone through a crescent-shaped window over the draped sliding glass door. He slipped past her and moved around the bed to pull back the curtains and expose the natural light.
    “Wow. This bedroom is huge.” Her lithe body twirled around as she took in her first view of where they’d sleep. He couldn’t make out everything on her face, but he caught her widened eyes, no doubt awed by the extravagance. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” Her hand rested on her chest. She gave him a shy smile. “I’m going to get changed for bed. Where’s the bathroom?”
    He crossed the room, took the flashlight from her hand, and pointed to the area behind the wall of dressers. “If you go behind there, you’ll find his and hers closets and then the bathroom. There’s plenty of room to change in the closet. It’s more of a dressing room.”
    She chuckled and retrieved the light. “Of course it is.” She lit the way and sauntered toward the closets, grabbing her suitcase along the way.
    With her out of the room, he took the opportunity to ready for bed. After removing his pants and shirt, he laid his head on the pillow and wrapped the blanket around him. Not bad. He flipped over, closing his eyes and relaxing. Chirps and whistles of the animals living in the wetlands behind the house soothed him and began to lull him to sleep.
    “Thanks again for taking the floor,” Portia said, startling him out of relaxation. The bed squeaked as she got under the covers. “Ah. This is heaven.” She sighed and he heard the sounds of the sheets rubbing against her skin. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive of me.”
    “The floor’s fine. Not exactly heaven, but I’m too tired to care.” He waited a beat and not hearing a response said, “Goodnight.”
    Strange to sleep in a room with a woman and not consider having sex. Not that he’d turn her down if she offered, although he agreed it would complicate their living situation. Unlike a woman, he could have sex and keep his heart to himself. Love and sex were two different animals, and only once had he experienced both with the same woman. But he’d smartened up since then. The female gender tended to confuse the two making it somewhat difficult to have sex with someone and not have it mean something. He was careful about who he chose to take to bed, and even then, he’d only have sex a couple of times with them before he broke it off. Usually, they didn’t care.
    But as he’d observed from the moment he’d seen her, Portia wasn’t one of those kind of girls. He’d bet she