8
“My phone,” Kristen reached for it vibrating on the coffee table.
“Too early,” Mike groaned and rubbed his hand over his face to wipe some of the sleep away.
“It’s just Macy. I’ll call her back.” He watched her look around and finally realize where she was.
Laying on top of him, they were both on the couch. Mike was half propped up by pillows and the arm of the couch and she was using his chest as a pillow, her back against him.
“You’re probably uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.” Kristen started to move.
“A little, but I like it here.” He wiggled down as she did so he was a bit more stretched out. “You should get a TV in your room if we are going to continue this trend. I don’t fit on the couch.” He laughed.
“Or a bigger couch.” Kristen teased and tried again to get up.
“Stay with me.
