"Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Why would anything be wrong?" Josephine said quickly, averting her gaze. She looked at the bed and wondered if it was too late to make him sleep on the couch. Steeling her resolve, she went over to one side of the bed and went under the covers. She faked a loud yawn, despite not feeling even remotely tired. "G'night." She said, her back facing him and closing her eyes. Her mind was racing, however. She wasn't a stranger to men or sharing beds with them, so why did it feel so uncomfortable with Elijah?