I am jammed in beside him on the couch, wedged tight on the inside, against the back of the couch, his arm around me so that I am almost on top of him but I have slid back against the cushions. We are quiet until abruptly he begins to laugh. My entire body shakes against his.
Crossly, I open one eye. It takes effort. I was almost asleep. His shirt is so soft, he is warm. If I could stand it, flannel sheets would be amazing but it's a short-term love affair for the warmth alone.
You were almost asleep. It's amazing. Your eyes drop and then fight open and then drop again, but not at the same time. How do you do that?.
Snrgheakal.
What?
Mmmmm...ehfkcs.
Bridget, I can't understand a word.
I lick my lips and let my eyes close again. That's because I am sleeping, Jake.
Oh, okay, sorry.
Then he starts laughing again.
