“Why did you go with him?” Smiling back at him, I slipped my hands under the woolen blanket and snuggled deeper into the couch. “If you’re not into these kinds of films?” “Because he’s my best friend,” he replied, chuckling to himself as he stretched his legs out on the coffee table. “And he’s done worse for me.” “Like what?” “Like breaking out of hotel rooms in the middle of the night to come see me.” Johnny turned to look at me then. “Like bringing me to see you today.”
