“Snuggle me.” “No.” “Do it.” “It’s not happening, Molloy.” “Snuggle me, Joey.” “I said no.” “Snuggle me or I’ll scream.” “For fuck’s sake, fine,” I snapped, lifting my arm up for her to nestle into my side. “There. We’re snuggling. Are you happy now?” “I will be,” she cackled, shifting closer to drape her long legs over my lap. “Once you do one more thing for me.” “Oh Jesus, what?” “Tell me that we’re friends.” “Molloy.” “Say it, Joe.” “Why?”
