“Do you want to stay?” “You want me to sleep over?” Standing, I grab the box of pizza and set it on the coffee table, attempting not to smile. She rocks on her heels. “Yeah, but you might actually not be too comfortable. My bed—” “Do you want me to stay?” “Yeah,” she softly replies. “I’ll be comfortable.” Julianna leads and I follow, and as I shut the door behind me, I realise there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
