“Our sofa is too small for both of us to fit on comfortably.” It was true. If one of them tried to stretch out, somebody’s feet were always under the other’s thighs or on their lap. And if they both wanted to lie down, it was a shambles—they had to be on top of one another, Leo’s face tucked into the heat of James’s neck. “I like the sofa,” Leo said. “I like how it is.” “I do too. I just thought—” “If we get another, we should get one just the same size.” “Then that’s exactly what we’ll do.”
