“Let’s just sleep in our own beds, Noah.”
He studies me for a moment. Then sighs and sits up slowly.
“Ray, what’s going on?” he says, gentle but serious. “I’ve been trying to work around it because I figured you’d talk to me eventually. But I can’t keep letting it go.”
I laugh. It sounds wrong even to my own ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He tilts his head, watching me too closely. “Where are those eyes looking, huh? You know you blush when you’re lying, or about to lie.”
“What?” My eyes snap to his in surprise.
He grins. “Your eyes are so expressive, Ray.” He leans in and brushes a soft kiss across my lips.
“They’re not,” I argue, even though I know they are.
He inhales, settles back against the couch, and pulls my legs over his thighs.
“I didn’t want to say this
