It doesn't matter what's in front of her, because she knows who's behind her *Pinterest*
Raphael.
"How did I end up in your bed? I remember falling asleep on Gab's bed yesterday while still reading one of the manuscript"
Sophie asked me. She was perched on the bed, closed legged leaning on the headboard, her hair was in disarray, her brows knit together in a cute thoughtful way, her blue eyes fixed on me; she was stunning.
"I picked you up? " I shrugged, like picking her up was a usual occurrence.
I have been sleeping alone my entire life, I've had insomnia since I could remember, I don't sleep well. I'm probably one of the functioning sleep deprived people in the world; but since her, I'm sleeping better. Strangest thing is, I seem to sleep better with her next to me.
"Why did you
