Harley’s P.O.V.

What?

Carlos’s bizarre reason took me aback, flushing my face instantly. I didn’t know how he could come up with such ideas and mustered up the courage to say them with a straight face?

“You don’t have to sleep on this bed. It’s mine.”

Processing the shock of his statement, I managed to utter my opposition. But he shrugged, sinking further into my poor excuse of a mattress.

“Well, there’s no guarantee of it. Besides, you need a space that is safe and close to work.”

Although my heart raced at the mere possibility of such an occurrence, I feigned anger and glared at him.

“Let me guess,...