“You know, we should get matching bracelets or something. Soul mates should definitely have a matching something,” I mumble, warm and drowsy. “Okay, but I don’t like purple.” A weak chuckle escapes me and I burrow my nose in my purple blanket. “Don’t worry, it’ll grow on you. I’ll get one for Nicky too.” He grunts, as if he’s falling asleep right along with me.
