Ever since the morning I woke up after he returned from Arizona to find him in my bed, half of my body sticky with sweat since he’s a literal space heater, I’ve come to crave more contact with him. And as much as I despise sharing a bed with anyone—and Keene takes up more room than any girl I’ve ever had sleep over—I can’t help but love waking with our limbs tangled together. It’s just…different with him. I’m different with him.
