“Hey,” he says, shaking my shoulder. “Am I that boring?”
“What? No.” I sit up with a start and the magazine shifts off my legs to puddle onto the floor. I try to stifle a yawn but barely manage to bite it back. “It’s just…I’ve had a long day. As much as I was hoping to unpack a bit after lunch, I think I was really looking forward to a nap more than anything after dropping Rob off. And now…”
With a shrug, Kyle suggests, “You can rest in my room, if you want.”
I look at him askance, trying not to read more into his offer than what’s there at face value. The offer of an empty bed, a dark room, quiet, alone, sleep, that’s all, I tell myself, but it’s hard to ignore the thrill that shoots through me at the thought of lying between sheets he sleeps in himself. “Are you sure?”