“So why can’t you show me? Does the idea gross you out?” I sighed. My eyes were so heavy. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I’ll be on the couch. Get some sleep.” “You’re sleeping over and you won’t sleep in my bed?” I asked. “You used to sleep with me.” I reached up and wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him down to me. “I love your eyes.” He laughed and kissed my forehead again. “I’m not leaving you alone when you’ve had this much to drink. But after the conversation we just had, I don’t trust myself in a bed with you. I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep, Honey Bee.”
