Stay. Misha wanted her to stay and he offered the couch. There was a comment on the tip of her tongue about how he has probably offered other girls the same option before he weaseled his way into the bed. But Bella didn’t want to cheapen the offer because it was a really nice offer.
“I can’t kick you out of your own bed,” Bella said softly, her hand trapped between Misha’s knee and his hand. “If you really want me to stay I’ll take the couch and you can have the bed. It is your bed after all.”