I went inside the kitchen and grabbed water and some more pills I had from when I had bad migraines. I don't seem to get them that often now.
When I arrived, he had turned on his side? I sat down in the space left on the sofa and gently nudged him so that he would wake up. He couldn't stay here he needed to get home.
After a few nudges, his eyes opened, and I was met with his bright green eyes. I kept my lips sealed as his mouth turned into a smile, not a smirk for once in his life.
My mouth parted when I felt his arm slide across the sofa and stop on my waist, he pulled me in closer to his chest.
"I heard you had a migraine," I said sweetly, holding up the glass of water and pills I had in my hand.
He glanced at them, relief in his eyes as he saw them. Without letting go of me he sat
