Sleep with her, did she say? I swallowed hard as her face nuzzled against my arm. Either I had already fallen asleep and this was some fanciful concoction of my head, or Ellie was so tired she'd lost her senses. If this was a dream, I knew what I wanted to do next. What I'd secretly been wanting since the first time Ellie touched me. The realization hit me like a blow. I couldn't! Not Ellie! She was the princess and I was the outcast. But I'd die first before making the princess, or any woman for that matter, sleep on the floor when I had a bed to offer her. My eyes opened-- had they been closed this whole time? --and traced her half-hidden face so close to mine.
Slowly, my free arm moved to cup her face in my hand, my thumb gently stroking her cheek. "As if I could sleep, knowing you were on the floor," I whispered. Dare I? Yes. Heart hammering in my chest, I lent the final distance and brushed her lips with my own.