Chapter 15Pidge was woken by the sound of the front door closing. It wasn’t loud, but he didn’t sleep as deeply in new places, even with the security of Giant to make the bed familiar.
Giant mumbled into his pillow.
“Five-fifty-one,” Pidge answered. “Do we need to get up?”
Giant took his face out of the pillow. “There’s sleep more, make out, and have waffles at the diner. Pick the two you want. Oh, and I need to start the laundry before we leave.”
“Oh, right. Do you think your mom heard us?”
“Heard, no. I think she’ll infer, though.” Giant pointed at the red mark on his lip. “At least she can’t see my ass.”
Pidge turned on the light and saw scratches on the upper slopes and faint bruising on Giant’s hips.
“Oh, no! I hurt you! Gi—”
“Aww, don’t worry, baby. This is nothing. I get mor
