He walked to the pull-out and began making it up, his movements quick and practiced. Lucas stood frozen beside the main bed, staring at Zoe, who was watching him with those dark, unreadable eyes. Her hand was still on the mattress, palm flat, the space beside her waiting.
"You want me to stay." It wasn't a question. He said it flat, testing the shape of the words.
Zoe didn't nod. She just held his gaze, her hand still pressed to the mattress, and waited.
Lucas sat down on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped, and she shifted, making room. He lay back, his head hitting the pillow beside hers, his body stretched out along the length of the bed. The sheets were cool against his skin, and the smell of detergent mixed with the smell of her sweat and salt and the faint chemical tang of th
