Ethan had no idea how long Vanessa had been asleep on him, but judging by the growing numbness in his leg, it had been too long.
He wasn't complaining — yet — but she wasn't exactly light when she was dead weight.
The only thing that finally saved him?
The doorbell.
He perked up instantly, remembering their lifeline to survival.
"Pizza."
His stomach rumbled in agreement.
The problem? Vanessa was still sprawled across him like a cat who had decided he was her personal furniture.
Ethan sighed. "Vanessa. Vanessa."
She groaned, burying herself further into his shirt.
He nudged her shoulder. "Get up. Food's here."
"…Mmm."
"That was not a real response."
She peeked one eye open, looking up at him with the drowsy face of a woman who clearly did not care about his struggles.
Ethan pointed at the door. "Move."
Vanessa clamped onto him like a koala. "No."