As the movie played, I watched as Ryan drifted off to sleep, his hands clasped over his stomach and his jaw relaxed for the first time all night. It wasn’t long before he shifted toward me, his arm around my waist and his face pressed up against my side. This—this was true. It was real but only when no one was looking. We didn’t want the same things and I knew that. I knew it but my silly little imagination ran away with itself tonight just as I’d feared it would.
