“Hey.” “Holy shit.” She uncurls fast. It looks like it hurts. “You’re awake.” “Yeah.” Words are painful somehow, and his mouth and throat are dry. “You’re awake.” Emma, beside him, her eyes getting wet. “God. Oh god.” “You snore,” he says on a breath. “God.” She laughs, covers her mouth with her hand, drops her hand, lifts it again.
LMAOOOO
