"Hey... I need rest too, you know," Reggie said, his voice carrying a mix of weariness and amusement. He placed his other hand gently over mine, adding warmth and weight to the connection we shared. His touch felt steady and grounding, but in my drunken haze, all I could focus on was persuading him.
"Yeah, yeah... you could rest right here with me," I said, my voice adopting a playful whine that was closer to a childlike plea than an adult request. The alcohol in my system had me mimicking a baby’s accent, and my eyes twitched in a funny, exaggerated manner as I pouted. "You could lay down, right beside me, and you’d still sleep just fine. Better, even!"
Reggie stood motionless, his tall, solid frame silhouetted against the dim light of the room. He stared at me, his dark eyes locked on
