I walk into the bedroom and throw back the covers. Scooting in until I’m on the far side of the bed, I glance at the door just as he walks in. “Switch is on the left.” I point to the light switch.
He turns it off, and then I feel the bed dip. When he’s all the way in, he pulls the covers over us both, then rolls until he’s in his weird position. He reaches out and rests his arm on my stomach, pulling me into him. Releasing a sigh that honestly sounds like he’s been holding it for days, he whispers, “Missed you.”
“Missed you too.” More than he’ll ever know. With him next to me, my worries over school, over Dylan, about everything sort of float up into the air and dissipate. He does that for me. I wonder if I do that for him.
“Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Okay. Night, Luke.”
“Night, angel.”
Ooh,angel. I like that one.
