First night

Alicia watched in disbelief as Harold took off his boots and then lay on his side of the bed with his back to her. 

"You are going to sleep without your clothes?" She asked, still staring at his back.

"I always sleep this way. Do you have a problem with it, Princess?" Harold asked without turning to look at her.

Alicia cleared her throat. "We need to come up with some rules for the next couple of nights. This won't work," she said, and this time Harold turned to face her.

"What kind of rules?"

Alicia swallowed. "You can't sleep without your clothes. It's not proper," she said without looking directly at him, as her eyes kept straying to his chest. 

"Why not?" Harold asked, his right brow arched.

Alicia cleared her throat, "You are a man..."

"Ah! I'm no longer like a younger brother to you?" He asked, making her brows pull together in confusion.