Alex sighed,
standing. “I think I need to get you to bed.”
“But I’m
having so much funnn,” Rosalie whined.
“A little
too much fun,” Alex muttered. “C’mon, Rosie.”
This time,
Rosalie was almost certain she’d heard it. Alex pulled her to her feet off the
stump as she slurred, “Di’joo jus’ call me Rosie?”
“No,” Alex
said, draping Rosalie’s arm over her shoulder, catching the blanket as it slid
off.
“Thanks for
the blanket,” Rosalie slurred. “I was getting cold.”
“That’s why
I brought it to you,” Alex said, steering Rosalie toward their cabin.
“You’re so
nice,” Rosalie pouted. “Why are you so nice to me?”
Alex let out
a sad chuckle and let the crunching gravel and fading noise of the bonfire fill
the silence. They walked a ways, the silence heightening the buzzing and
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