With me

"With me." Ethan decides.

"Ah." Ashley shifts slightly, a small smile curling her lips. "Okay then. Do you... have a spare toothbrush?"

He does.

It's not until Ashley is set up in the bathroom that Ethan realizes how tired he is. It had been a long day, what with all the manual labor alone, and then there was everything else. Not really thinking about it, he strips down to his boxers and then heads to the bathroom, joining Ashley at the sink.

See glances over as he start to brush as well, her eyes wandering up and down his revealed body.

It's only after about twenty seconds of brushing does Ethan realize he's being looked at. It's a weird feeling, but not an unwelcome one, but it's short-lived as Ashley finishes up first. Ethan takes his time brushing, partially to be thorough, and because of a budding apprehension.

Finishing up, he heads to the bedroom, finding Ashley standing next to it. She glances over as he walks in, then nods towards the bed. "Which side do you..." she scratches her head. "I don't want to take your side..."

Ethan moves towards the bed, patting on the spot he mostly wakes up on. "I'm usually here." he shrugs.

Nodding, Ashley moves to the other side, pulling away the covers and perching on the edge, facing away from Ethan. Her hands move towards the hem of her borrowed T-shirt, and she starts to pull it up and over before suddenly stopping. Glancing over her shoulder, her cheeks seem slightly darker. "Oh sorry..." she lowers the shirt slightly. "I usually don't sleep wi-"

"It's fine." Ethan pulls aside the covers on his side, then climbs up into bed, laying down and turning away. "I can't sleep with shirts either."

Ethan hears some rustling, then the sound of fabric meeting floor. He feels her climb into bed properly, the blanket shifting to seal her in. "Goodnight..."

"Goodnight..." Ethan returns, feeling both very sleepy, and very awake.