Eleanor
I opened the door to my room slowly, guiding Matt inside, even though he was moving with the kind of half-conscious clumsiness that made it clear he was already more asleep than awake.
He didn’t say anything as I turned on the bedside lamp; a soft glow spilled across the room, and I looked around as if I wasn't familiar with my own room anymore.
Well, maybe it was because I wasn't spending the night alone in here tonight.
Matt just walked toward the bed like it called to him, dropped the blanket from around his shoulders, and crawled under the covers without a sound.
And then he stilled, his eyes were closed, his breathing even, but I could tell he wasn’t asleep just yet. At least, not fully.
There was something about the way his fingers clutched the edge of the blanket, h
