Leslie stirred awake in a daze, still half-asleep and parched. Groggy and disoriented, she stumbled her way into Broderick's room.
"Broderick, I'm super thirsty... I need water," she murmured.
Eyes still shut, she hugged him tight and snuggled straight into his arms.
Broderick looked completely caught off guard.
His tone lacked its usual firmness.
"Leslie, go back to your room. Don't mess around."
Ever since bringing Leslie home, this had somehow become his most-used line.
But she didn't seem to hear him, just burrowed closer into his chest.
His voice made her slowly open her eyes.
Click-
No idea what she pressed, but the bedside lamp flicked on with a soft glow. Leslie squinted under the yellowish light.
Her face looked dreamy, eyes glazed over like cove
