Admitting It

Realization hit her of what she was playing with. She was the one opening the door on the very topic she was trying to avoid. It was like a bucket of ice cold water on her. “On second thought, I’ll have some chicken.” With that she began to dish up, but managed a glare as he chuckled. He placed the piece of broccoli in his mouth and chewed with a very pleased look on his face that she itched to wipe off.

A few bites into her food, she paused. “Since I doubt I’ll win the argument of you staying, you’re getting the couch. I’m not giving up my bed.”

“Why is that fair? I let you have mine.” He tried to reflect a wounded look on his face, but was unsuccessful.

“Well, Tahnee’s not here to make me.” Brenna smiled and took another bite.

“Oh, so that’s how it is. Bringing my mother in on this. Wait till I have you back at my place.” He pointed the fork at her as a warning.