“Yeah. Nothin’. No big deal.”
“Cool. So you’re stayin’ the night then.”
The wind drops.
My brows jump.
Another mothzapswhen it flies right into the bulb.
He wets his lip, then shrugs.
“I mean—we did have a bet.
“You still owe me a sleep next to you. And since you don’t care and nothin’ means shit, why not knock out both debts in one holiday? Walk away debt-free in the mornin’.” He nudges closer. “Could call it closure if that’s what you want.”
Closure.The word’s worse than a pap smear.
Simple word, brutal impact.
I glance off to the side,
as if it didn’t knock the air out of me.
His finger hooks under my chin,
turning my gaze back to him.
Navy eyes dig through me,
searching for the truth inside.
“Unless… this means somethin’.”
I lift my chin in his hold.
“Doesn’t mean anything.”
I swallow.
“I’ll stay.”
// HALF HOUR LATER //
This has got to be the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever agreed to.
He’s actually going to sleep next to me.
Like,Gonngggkkkkkk Shhhhhh.
And it’s not even about the unconscious part.
It’s not the skin. It’s thesilence.
It’s the… being there.
No contracts. No rules.
No black and white. All gray.
