“It’s your fault, really,” Eli whispers. “I was distracted by you.” His voice is so soft, so vulnerable, I’m not sure if I imagine it. It takes me a second to realize he thinks I’m already asleep. I crack open my eyes to see him resting against the seat, almost asleep himself. Eli’s head dips closer to mine, hovers like he’s trying to stay upright, then lands on my shoulder. A soft, relaxed sigh escapes him. It’s one of the most peaceful sounds I’ve ever heard, and I let my eyes slide closed again, warm, sluggish butterflies flitting around in my chest.
