“What do you mean?” I ask, faking a gasp. “You kissed me a few hours ago. Do I need to take you to the hospital for a check-up, Ray? I’m getting worried about how easily you’re forgetting things.” I get up on the edge of the bed and slap him on the shoulder. “No, I didn’t! You kissed me.” He shrugs, then turns his back to me, curling up with a blanket between his knees. “If that makes you sleep at night, you’re allowed to believe it.”
