After changing into a pair of pajamas, I crawled into bed next to Lorenzo, feeling my drowsiness creeping in. He stirred from his spot and rested his arm across me, gently pulling me in.
I let him. I didn’t have the energy to argue or kick him in the shin anyway.
“Where were you?” he whispered in my ear, his voice still groggy and hoarse from sleep.
“Just outside.”
I felt him open his eyes and he propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at me. “What were you two talking about?”
I finally met his gaze. There was something dark in his eyes, like he was working through a thought he didn’t want to say out loud.
“We were just talking about your ex.”
That caught him off guard. His brows lifted, surprise flickering across his face like he hadn’t expected me to actually bite back. And
