Lyla's POV
After dinner, we moved to the living room where Kenzley watched several shows and Max said he was going to work out in the gym. Kenzley was asleep on the couch after three shows, and so I grabbed the remote and changed it to some nineties sitcom that made me laugh. I couldn't watch anything sad or scary. After three episodes of my own, I felt my eyes getting heavy, and I couldn't stop the sleep from taking over.
"Hey, we need to talk about a few things?" Max said, waking me up. I sat up and pulled the blanket off me that wasn't on me before. The room wasn't as bright as it was when I fell asleep. It was like he dimmed them to the perfect brightness to be able to see and to not hurt my eyes.
"Where is Kenzley?"
"I put her in her bed."
"Thank you. I don't want to be a
