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here.”
    Then he lay back down and yanked at the
covers which made me teeter as they pulled against me. I held firm
and continued glaring at him.
    “I’m not sleeping with you,” I declared.
    “As you know, I’m perfectly fine with that.
The one time I took you to my bed, it was vastly unpleasant. I’m
not yearning for another go.”
    I blinked and when I opened my eyes, I knew
they were huge. “We’ve slept together?”
    I knew this was likely a crazy question,
seeing as we were married, but still.
    He got up on his elbows again and scowled at
me, “Why do you persist in this foolishness?”
    I didn’t reply to his question, I was on a
mission so I repeated, “We’ve slept together?”
    He glared at me before he sighed and stated,
“I’ll play,” on a mumble. Then he continued, “We have, indeed,
slept together. As you know, because you were bloody there, after
our wedding, we consummated the union. To say you were the worst I
ever had would be to utter the definition of an understatement.
You, Cora, are undoubtedly the worst any man could ever
have.”
    Oh God.
    He went on, “Then you spent the night in my
bed. You snored,” he paused then carried on, “ loudly . Then
you kept stealing the covers, moved around an inordinate amount and
took up most of the bed. I endured it but never wished to repeat
it. However, we’re here, this is the only place to sleep, I’m
sleeping here, with you, if I must. If you prefer to move across
the way, be my guest.”
    Okay, there was a lot to consider there.
First was the fact that he was my husband and he’d only had sex
with me once, it didn’t go well (to say the least) and he’d only
slept with me in his bed once. Second was the fact that I was
getting the sense we didn’t live together which wasn’t surprising
to me since he was a jerk and he obviously didn’t like the Cora of
this world. Third was that Cora of this world was way not like me;
I didn’t snore and I slept like the dead, usually in a fetal
position, waking up in the same spot as I fell asleep. Last was the
fact that I didn’t exactly know how to separate the hides so we
both had our fair share considering they were stitched
together.
    Then it came to me.
    “Okay, how about this,” I started. “I take
the sheepskins with me, you get the top hide and the grassy
stuff.”
    “No, you want to move, you get the cowhide
on top.”
    So that was cow.
    Interesting.
    “That isn’t fair,” I informed him. “The
sheepskins are fluffier.”
    “I know,” he replied.
    Jerk!
    “But you get the grassy stuff!” I
snapped.
    “I get that too.”
    I clenched my teeth. Noctorno was
silent.
    “You’re a jerk!” I told him.
    “Pardon?”
    “A jerk!” I clipped, twisted further to him
and jabbed a finger in his direction, “You! Jerk!”
    “Jerk?” he asked.
    “Argh!” I groaned, understanding they didn’t
have that term here and deciding against educating him. Then I made
a decision and flopped on my back on the skins. “Fine, whatever,
we’ll sleep together. You just stick to your side and don’t touch
me.”
    “I’ll stick to my side but you need to stick
to yours.”
    “No problem,” I hissed.
    “Rubbish,” he muttered.
    “Whatever,” I snapped, yanking the hides to
my chin then turning to my side away from him and curling my knees
into my belly.
    “You kick me, steal the hides or snore, I’m
moving you and the top hide across the way myself,” he said to my
back.
    I closed my eyes and warned, “You touch me,
I’ll kick you so hard in the balls you’ll kiss any hope of children
good-bye.”
    “I did that a long time ago,” he mumbled and
I swiftly rolled to face him.
    “Do you have to have the last word?” I
snapped.
    “Yes,” he returned.
    “Jerk,” I gritted out.
    “Cow,” he returned.
    Oh my God! He just called me a cow!
    “I hate you,” I spat.
    “That feeling, my love, is mutual,” he
retorted.
    “Ugh!” I grunted, glared into his face and
rolled away