Cora's lips parted slightly. She was expecting some kind of flirty comment, maybe even a teasing suggestion that they'd be sharing the bed. But instead, Oliver defused the entire situation with ease, already placing himself on the couch in her mind without making things awkward. Strangely, that made her feel a little… disappointed.
"You don't have to act like that," she muttered, looking away.
"Huh?" Oliver asked as he picked up a folded shirt and placed it in the top drawer.
Cora glanced at the bed and sighed. "Nothing. Just... I didn't expect you to notice the bed was new."
Oliver smirked, walking back toward her. He leaned his back against the wall casually and folded his arms. "Cora," he said gently, "I've known you long enough to know this is not your kind of bed. You've always preferred cozy, neat, and small. This bed?" He looked back at it dramatically. "This bed screams 'I might have to share it but I don't want to admit it.'"
