“Too late,” he replied, shaking his head mournfully. *** Val emerged from the shower about 10 minutes later, her hair back in a bun. She wore shorts and a small tee shirt.
She leaned forward. "Arloooo! Don't be hurt!" **** Landon had fallen asleep at the bottom of the bed, his face buried in his arm.
“Callllllliiiee! No!” *** Val sighed before crawling onto the bed, pulling off his coat as gently as she could. “Landon,” she told him quietly, trying not to disturb him. “Get into the actual bed. You’ll regret it in the morning otherwise.”
“I was. Am. I’m just hurt, that’s all.” *** Val groaned, brushing his hair out of his face. “Landon... come on. I can’t drag you into the bed.”
“No, I love it! I’m just hurt.” *** She nodded, satisfied, before sliding into the other side of the bed. “Good.” She turned off the light and sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
“Maybe I really like you, and I don’t know how to handle it.” *** She watched him in surprise before sighing and closing her eyes, falling asleep soon after.
