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I opened my mouth to say hell no, but her face lit up again and I couldn't. "Yeah," I muttered instead, voice all rough. "Whatever. We'll go. But only because you asked, Mom. Not for him." Daniel muttered something that sounded like "asshole" under his breath and I elbowed him hard in the ribs. "Watch it, hubby. Wouldn't want to disappoint your mom on day one."
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of them packing for us his mom shoving clothes into suitcases while lecturing us about "making memories" and his dad slapping plane tickets into Daniel's hand like it was a done deal. We tried arguing more in the car on the way back to her house, talking over each other the whole ride.
"I'm not sharing a bed with you, period," Daniel said, arms crossed, staring out the window.
"Good, because I'd rather sleep on the floor than touch you," I shot back, kicking the back of his seat.
