He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked at me.
"Do you want me to stay?" he asked finally.
I shrugged lightly, trying to sound casual and keep my expression neutral. "If you want to. I'm not exactly kicking you out."
His gaze lingered on me for a second longer before he leaned back slightly against the pillows staring at the ceiling for a moment.
"I don’t have work tomorrow," he said. "So..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but the answer was there. He was staying and that was his answer.
I nodded and then I slipped out of bed, grabbed my tank top and shorts from the floor, and walked toward to the bathroom to clean up.
I stepped inside. I leaned forward slightly against the sink, staring at my reflection for a few seconds.
I then moved and got cleaned up, splashed water on
