She jumps up and swats at the wall then lands back on the mattress.
“Come on, girl; get down. You’re gonna pop it.”
She jumps up again, and this time I swear I hear the smallest burst of air when her paws hit the mattress. I gently grab her, put her on the ground, and inspect where she landed. Maybe it was just in my head.
“I got the movie queued up,” Tanner yells from the living room.
“Coming,” I shout, walking out of my room and closing the door to keep Dolly off my makeshift bed. “Goodness, she’s obsessed with those little bits of light. You should’ve seen her jumping on the air mattress to catch one on the wall in my room.”
“When I was a kid, we had a dog that would stare at them.” He chuckles.
“Thanks again for the coffee,” I say, plugging in the heating pad and then curling up on one end of the couch. “The way I made it was good, but this is delicious.” I take along sip. The chocolate and coconut swirls across my tongue, and I let out a little moan.
“I’m glad you like it,” he says, swiping on his phone screen. He sets his phone down and then leans back onto his side of the couch. “Okay, so what is this movie about again?”
“Am I really about to take yourPrincess Diariesvirginity?”
“Is that a thing?”
“It’s most definitely a thing, and I can’t spoil it for you. It’s a canon event. You’re just going to have to watch and find out what happens.”
“And you like to call me insufferable,” he laughs.
I kick out my leg and playfully shove him with my foot. “Stop making me laugh. My uterus can’t laugh today. It hurts too bad.”
“Shhhhh,” he teases. “The movie is starting.”
Dolly jumps up and curls into the back of my legs right as “Supergirl” begins to play. I do my best to get comfortable, but it’s no use. I know it has to be incredibly distracting and annoying, but I can’t stop tossing or turning. This fucking couch is really the worst thing in the entire world, and it’s exponentially worse with cramps.
“You good over there?” Tanner asks, lifting an eyebrow.
I shift again, and Dolly jumps down. I’m annoying the cat. I definitely have to be annoying him.
“Yeah, sorry. I just can’t get comfortable. My back is killing me, and I know I pretended like your couch was great for days when I first moved in, but it’s actually terrible.”
He lets out a laugh. “So stubborn.” He shakes his head. “You slept on my couch for almost a week and refused to sleep in my bed when you were miserable. I knew it.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“It’s my couch. I know it sucks, and I’m quickly learning you’d rather be miserable than have someone else be miserable.”
It feels like he cut me open with one observation.
“I just didn’t want to disrupt your sleep because you took pity on me and let me move in.”
“You’re confirming my point,” he says, smirking.
“Ugh. You’re insufferable.” I kick out my foot again, catching his thigh. “You are the one who knowingly let me sleep on your uncomfortable couch for almost a week.”
He puts his hands up. “Hey, I tried to give you my bed, but you refused more than once. Speaking of beds, where is your new mattress?”
“Ugh, I know. I checked this morning and it’s still in transit. I keep hoping it’ll just show up and the tracking is wrong.” I sit up and shift the heating pad from my stomach to my back. “Goodness, I wish I had two of these things.”
He grabs his phone, and taps on the screen.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting Logan. Why?”
