“So why were you in my bed?” I felt myself flush. “Because Zoey was coming over.” “You were in my bed with the dog before you knew Zoey was coming over.” There were a few reasons why I had crawled into his bed. It felt like him, which made me feel less lonely, and being in his room made me feel safer. “Your bed feels safe.” His voice went low. “Oh yeah, how come?” “It just does. Do you mind?” “Nope.”
