We ended the night on the couch, all tangled limbs used as makeshift pillows and hair in each other’s faces. I mean, my hair on Uno’s face and Sofia’s hair beside me on Jeno’s face. While Liam who’s going solo on the single couch, pouting and whining while looking at Vernon who was across him, also settled on the single couch, ignoring him the whole time.
Their eyes concentrated with Pride and Prejudice on the television except for Liam who was busy watching Vernon.
Sofia figured we could use a little bit of comfortable, predictable, satisfying romance. She claimed she just wanted something to put her to sleep before we leave Vernon’s house, tomorrow.
My mind flew to what Sofia had told me earlier, after giving me that cold slap that brought me back to reality.