My Wife s Best Friend is the Perfect Houseguest
"Sorry." I said. We had made a makeshift bed for her on the floor of our living room with cushions and blankets that she could sleep on. It took up the entire floor and butted right up against our couch too. So after Cassie had gotten up to go to bed, it left just me and Samantha laying in her pseudo bed. She wasn't even distracted from the movie we were watching as she said, "It's fine. I'm used to guys staring." "I bet." I hated how cocky she was. She asked, "You like...