He was in my bed. Spending the entire night.
I spent the first half of the night keeping him up, stealing kisses. “I’m tired,” he whined, eyes shut with exhaustion. But still, even when I laid there, staring at him, waiting, I could see the tip of his mouth hitch upward. “Why won’t you sleep?” he whispered.
“I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone,” I grumbled.
He opened one eye to take in my expression before shutting it. “I have church in the morning. You know that.”
A huff.
He was smiling widely now, eyes still shut. “Just close your eyes.”
“Shouldn’t you want to stay up with me?” I complained, pressing closer to him.
“I’ll be miserable tomorrow,” he whispered back.
“Won’t it be worth it?” I pressed, anxious.
“No.”
No. He just said no.
