Chapter 15

“Gimme your arm,” I say. He complies, and I lay it across my waist. “Do your octopus thing or this will just be too weird and neither of us will get any sleep.”

He slides his leg over mine, wiggles his foot between my calves, and hooks it behind my ankle. His grip on my waist tightens and he exhales.

I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me as I close my eyes.

Here, with his weight on my shoulder, his limbs entangled with mine, and the familiar scent of the laundry detergent, everything is normal.

At least for a while. 5