A/N: SUPER short chappie here, y'all. I hate to do it to y'all in a way, but at the same time, I know I owe ya! You've been so sweet and loving to this story-with 70 follows, like 40 faves, and almost 2,500 views! I am just blown away! I never imagine getting so much love on a story so fast!

I will finish the next (longer) chappie hopefully by Monday and post it. Idk, because I'm getting my braces off Monday morning (HALLELUJAH!), and I'll be busy that day. Don't have me if don't update till Tuesday.

Oh, and to the Guest that told me I was right on track (their words were: "If this isn't the contunuation of the Epic saga I don't know what is"), and that I was portraying MK and Nod wonderfully, thank you SOOOOOO MUCH. Since you're a guest, I couldn't send you a message, so here's a shoutout!

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Chapter Three

That night, Nod and I had a little tiff over who slept where. I volunteered to take the floor, but he protested and said that it was my bed, therefore he would sleep on the floor. Then I retorted that he was my guest and should have the bed. Somehow, we both ended up sleeping on the floor on either side of the bed. The floor was cold and hard, and I heard him groaning and sighing as he tried to get comfortable.
"This isn't working for me," he hissed in the dark, about half an hour after we had settled down for the night. "If you're not gonna take the bed, then I will."
"Fine," I huffed, crossing my arms.
"But," he said. He moaned again as he shifted. "I'm still letting the offer stand for you to take it."
I flipped my hand in the air exasperatedly. "You're the guest."
"You're the girl."
I propped myself up on my elbows, trying to catch a glimpse of him through the darkness. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"One thing that Ronin taught me: always let the girl go first." I could hear the shrug in his tone.
I rolled my eyes, glaring up at the ceiling. "And I thought chivalry was dead."
He laughed softly, grunting once more when I heard a thud that must have been him moving about. "Not in Moonhaven." Silence. Shifting. "So, are you gonna take the bed or not?"
I sighed. "You're the guest."
"And you're the girl," he said, chuckling. "We've been through this already."
"Seven times tonight, I think," I replied, laughing as I settled back against my pillow on the floor. I pulled my thin blanket up to my chin and shivered uncontrollably. My teeth chattered in my skull like it was hollow.
"I'm freezing my arse off over here, MK," he grumbled.
Join the club. My stubborn pride would get me frozen to death. I fought to keep my jaw from quivering. The heater was clonking along, but there was barely enough to keep warm without my thick comforter and flannel sheets.
He became silent for another long moment, then, I heard him rise from the floor clumsily, kicking aside his blankets. "That's it. If you're not gonna take the bed, then I am."
I shrugged. "F-Fine," I chattered out.
Moonlight glanced off his eyes as he moved to get into the bed, when he caught sight of me and his features seemed to soften from their hardened resolve. His brown eyes were almost a sweet caramel in the light, and he sighed again.
"You're freezing your arse off too."
"I'm all right," I protested weakly, trying not to meet his eyes. But they were like magnets, or a fishing net, tangling around me and pulling me in close.
He shook his head. He ambled over to me, and my heart started to jump around like a kangaroo. Nod bent, gently removed my blanket, and then held out his hands to me. "C'mon. Let's get you warmed up."
Blushing uncontrollably, I took his offered hands, wondering what on earth he was about to do. He tucked me in under my comforter like I was a child, then smiled at me, chuckling at my strange-and confused-expression.
"There ya go," he whispered. "Now you're snug as a bug in a rug."
I laughed sorrowfully. "My mom used to say that."
He stroked my bangs back from my face. "Did she really? Then I'm honored." Nod turned as he were going to leave.
Alarmed, I asked, "Where are you going?"
He smiled placatingly. "No where. I'll take the floor, like the wonderful gentleman I am, as I planned all along."
Now that I was under the covers, I was warm and drowsy. I nodded sleepily, yawning. My pride didn't get in the way when I said, "You have fun with that."
He laughed. The last thing I remember before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep, was the sound of his laughter, and his brown eyes, warm like honey, flashing in the moonlight.