He snorts, and it sounds like he’s opening a fridge door, maybe looking for a midnight snack.
I’ll be your midnight snack.
I want to groan at my thoughts but choose to listen instead. “No, I’d rather not. Makes me feel weird enough as it is. I don’t need that.”
“But what if something happened to you? What if you got hurt?” Careful, careful, Aria. Don’t want to show him how much you already care.
“Thinking about my safety, yeah?”
“Yeah. I am,” I say carefully, as if I’m not 100 percent transparent with how much I like him. I pull down the sheets of my bed after I’ve turned out all the lights in my place and climb in, getting the position just right—flopped onto my belly, phone against my ear.
“What are you doing right now?”
“I’m snuggled in my bed. You?”
“No. Is it weird if I tell
