I'm drawn in against myself.
“Haven't slept yet?”
I hop off the sofa. “Milo! I was shocked.”
He enters the kitchen and grabs a glass. “Sorry. I didn't sleep.” He indicates the glass. “Beverage?”
“Sure.” I frown as he pours two whiskey cups. “You'll sleep”
“Maybe.” He sits down next me. Every other time, he'd switch chairs or place a pillow between us. His weight pulls down my cushion and slides me toward him. “Here.”
I don't know where the line is because I want to get onto his lap.
He doesn't sleep as well as Darren, so I'd see him . We've drank and spoken before, but never like this. As though we both knew that sitting on the same sofa and drinking would be a disaster.
“Please answer my inquiry honestly.”
I put the glass down and focus on him. “Sure.”
Milo looks at my face,
