He promptly climbed onto the bed and flopped down on his stomach. Grabbing a pillow, he bunched it up and tucked it under his chin, both his arms up above his head. His feet twisted at the end of the bed, his toes curling.
I crept closer, a smile tugging at my lips. “You look comfy.” I almost expected him to kick his legs like a girl making a phone call, twirling his finger around an imaginary cord.
“I’m excited.” He grinned, his eyes all copper.
I climbed onto the bed, sitting next to him at his hips, my legs tucked underneath me. His eyes never felt me, burning into my skin as if he could see into my soul. I glanced away from him, struggling not to cover myself.
“You have to close your eyes.”
He scowled for a moment, and I worried he’d argue. But his lips curled up, and he did as
