Will I stay? He falls back against his pillows and then I understand. I grin and nod, pulling the sheets back, cozying in beside him and turning off the bedside lamp. We face each other, foreheads almost touching. “I meant what I said, you know,” he says in a low, hushed tone. “What?” “That I like you.” His eyes are half-lidded and he has a drowsy grin that’s enough to stop my heart. I shouldn’t have come here with him.
