Nineteen
The tea worked better than I expected, and combined with the warmth and comfort of Jonas next to me, I quickly became drowsy. Jonas nudged me awake and we went downstairs to get ready for bed.
I took the head first, and when I came out, Jonas was sitting on the bed, still dressed and waiting. We swapped, and I stripped. Usually I would sleep nude, especially with the heat, but . . .
Full-on pajamas seemed too prude—and also, hot.
I wondered what Jonas was going to wear to bed, and then realized he was probably waiting for a cue from me. I sighed and then dressed in cotton underwear and a tank top, crawling onto the bed.
I was facing away when Jonas came out, giving him privacy as he changed for bed. The mattress depressed under his weight; the light by his side of the bed cli
