"Did I say something last night?"
I startle at Ayla's voice coming from the bottom of the stairs. She was still wearing her clothes from last night minus the unkempt hair and snarky attitude.
Amid my lethargy, my hand reaches over to my watch on the small side table beside the couch where I was sleeping on last night.
Apparently, it still is last night considering it was two in the fuckin' morning and my back hurts like a b***h from the springs of the decrepit couch digging into me.
I quickly sit up letting the blanket fall to the floor.
I figured Ayla's been sleeping here in the days before rather than making use of the three other rooms upstairs considering a blanket and two pillows were already scattered on top of the cushions.
I yawn, sitting rightly up. "You said a lot of thin
