Two arms lift me suddenly, and my head falls against a chest. I know exactly whose chest it is too. “Put me down, Emit,” I mumble against his shirt. “I’ll put you in bed so you can sleep, little monster. But you can’t be on your feet any longer,” he murmurs against my forehead, before brushing a kiss there. “And you can’t break up with friends the same as boyfriends.” “You’ve been a shitty friend,” I point out, eyes still closed.
