Wilson's POV
Insisting on sleeping on Georgia's couch had seemed like a good idea the night before, seeing as how I was a guest and all, but by six in the morning, I'd decided it was probably the worst idea. I felt like I hadn't slept at all. The cushiorns weren't comfortable and my body was too long so I had to curl up to keep my feet from dangling off the edge of the arm supports.
I briefly considered getting up just so I didn't have to try getting comfortable again. Just as I was shifting, a light from the hallway above me turned on. I turned my head up to the balcony and saw Georgia stumbling toward the stairs, her head bowed. She was dressed in a navy blue dress and her hair was wet, as if she'd just gotten out of the shower.
As she came up to the couch, she seemed to have noticed
