He merely cocked his head to the side. “What’re you doing in Caroline’s room?”
“Well, I was sleeping,” I muttered irritably. “What’re you doing in here?”
“I had a bad dream. I always sleep with Caroline when I have a bad dream.”
“She’s sick, man. Can’t you pick on someone else, go creep them out this time, instead of her?”
The stubborn little fucker shook his head. “No. I need Caroline.”
I grumbled a few seconds before lifting my side of the sheet and sighing. “Then crawl in over here. Just don’t bother her; she needs her rest.”
He didn’t move when I motioned him over. He shook his head and pointed to a different spot on the mattress. “I want to sleep in the middle.”
“Jesus Christ, kid. This isn’t a slumber party. You’re lucky I’m letting you in at all.”
“And you’re lucky I’m not telling Noel you’re in here right now.”
I narrowed my eyes at him in the most intimidating glare I could muster. He narrowed his eyes right back.
I cracked. “Damn it. Get in the middle, you little shit. But crawl in on this side, and don’t wake your sister.”
Grinning, he skipped around to my side of the bed and kneed me in the gut when he climbed over me to claim his spot.
“Fuck. Watch your pointy knees, will you? Those things are deadly.” When he wiggled some more to get comfortable, he accidently jabbed me again, in the spine this time, and forced me further to the edge of the bed until I was half hanging off the damn thing. “You better not be elbowing Caroline over there,” I warned after the third time he caught me in the center of the back.
In answer, he rolled in toward his sister and dragged half the blankets with him, leaving me with a tiny square of coverage over my hip.
“Comfortable?” I asked, my voice loaded with sarcasm.
Colton sighed peacefully. “Mmm hmm.” I rolled my eyes just as he said, “Ten?”
“What?” I muttered.
“Will you come over later on and play catch with me, because I want to play catch?”
I snorted. “Yeah, I don’t think so. You just stole my spot next to Caroline.”