We got underneath the covers, neither of us bothering to get dressed. I felt so comfortable around him. A type of comfortable that I have never felt before, including with Emmet.
We stayed up for a little longer, talking. I wanted to know everything about him. I mainly asked the question, but he would often resort back with his own.
“What were you like as a kid?” I asked.
“Honestly, I don’t remember much,” he replies.
He rested against the back of my bed while I lay down next to him now.
“You don’t remember anything?” I ask looking up at him.
He shakes his head. “No, not much.”
“Do you remember when your sister was born?” I asked.
“I was four when she was born, I don’t have many memories, but I do remember being super protective of her.”
I smile to myself and try and hide i
