“It’s not just tonight, Ray. It’s every night for the rest of my life. I’m just going to close the window,” I let her know and walk to the window. I close it and shoot Kendrick a text before sitting down on the chair. “Kai?” she asks from under the blankets. “Yeah?” “You can’t sleep on the chair. Come here.” “I’m fine.” “Please," she mutters, and because I don’t want to agitate her anymore, I do as she says, getting into the bed.
