HAILEY
The pillow barrier is supposed to make this less awkward.
Supposed to.
Unfortunately, the moment I finish arranging the ridiculous line of pillows between us, I realize the pillows aren't the problem.
The problem is that Eamon is still Eamon and I am still me which means my brain remains my greatest enemy.
"There." I pat the top pillow. "A border."
Eamon glances at it, then at me, then back at it.
"A border?"
"Yes.” I say matter of factly. “A pillow border."
He nods seriously. "I see..."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Don't make fun of my border."
He chuckles. "I'm not."
I snort, shifting my attention back to the pillow. I pat it again. "You are."
He exhales. "I'm respecting international boundaries."
A laugh escapes me before I can stop it.
Then Eamon's gaze drops to the
