My eyes grow heavy as soon as I go horizontal, but the click of Theo flicking the bathroom light off draws me back to waking. He just stands there—untucked dress shirt, chiseled jaw, furrowed brow—staring at the bed like he’s confused about what to do next. “Theo. Come to bed.” “Really? With both of you?” Insecurity flashes on his face. “Yeah.” I pat the pillow. “She’s probably going to kick you all night. It’s not as adorable as you think.” With a nod, he removes what’s left of his suit,
