Lucas nodded. He released Zoe's hand slowly, his fingers dragging across her palm, and stood. The mattress creaked as his weight left it, and the air felt cooler without him there. He walked to the closet a narrow door beside the bathroom and pulled it open. Inside, a stack of folded sheets sat on the top shelf, white and anonymous. He grabbed two sets and tossed one to Ryan, who caught it without looking.
"I'll take the couch," Lucas said. He unfolded the sheets with quick, efficient movements, shaking them out over the pull-out that dominated the far wall of the room. The mattress was thin, the fabric worn, but it was clean. He worked the fitted sheet over the corners, smoothing out the wrinkles with the flat of his hand.
Ryan began stripping the bed beneath Zoe. He worked around her,
