“Just sleep here, Siana.” Naerin said and it was right about then that she realized her brain to mouth filter had failed and she was talking out loud. “If you do not mind, my bed is large enough for us both.

Great, fake dating and there was only one bed. When had her life become trope bingo? “Are you sure, Naerin? I don’t want to impose on you.”

“It is fine.” Naerin stood and held out a hand for her bowl. “As I have said, my bed is sufficiently ...