"Very funny," I muttered. "Just go to sleep."
He flicked the lamp off.
Silence.
The gap between us could've fit three grown adults.
Each of us had our own duvet.
Not even a wrinkle crossed the invisible line.
I opened one eye.
The dark made it hard to see, but after a minute, my sight adjusted.
He was lying flat, hands tucked under his pillow, breathing slow and even.
I stared.
He didn't move.
It was unsettling.
He was being... well-behaved. Too well-behaved.
He usually insisted on a kiss.
Or some dumb excuse to touch my face.
I stayed awake, waiting.
Nothing.
Eventually, my eyes burned.
I tried to hold them open.
I lost.
Sleep dragged me under before I could work out what the hell he was plotting.
Sometime in the morning, I
