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“Let’s wait a few more minutes.”

“Okay.”

I wokeup to Ryan coming into the bedroom. “What time is it?”

“Just after three.”

“Is everyone gone?”

“There are a few stragglers passed out.”

I struggled to sit up. “I should go to my bed.”

“Justin took your bed again.”

“He really likes that room.”

“That he does. You can sleep here tonight.”

“Can I borrow a t-shirt?”

He dug through his dresser and tossed me a soft green shirt. “All yours.”

I waited until he disappeared into the bathroom before peeling off my clothes and pulling on his shirt. Then I dove under the covers. I could hear the water running. Would he touch me again in his sleep? I curled up on my side, my back to him. I felt him get into bed beside me.

“Ryan?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“I wanted to.”

I snuggled deeper into the pillow. “I hope one day someone makes you as happy as you make me.”

The soundof laughter woke me up. And then Bianca’s voice pulled me out of my warm cocoon. I lifted my head. I was alone in Ryan’s bed. I pulled on my skirt from the night and crept down the hallway.

Ryan and Bianca stood in the kitchen.

“You have to try this,” Bianca lifted a spoon to his lips.

“Oh man, that’s amazing, what is that?”

“Organic Saskatoon compote.”

“Give me another spoonful.”

She lifted the spoon to his lips. “This is a recipe from my grandma.”

“It’s so good.”

I didn’t know how I felt watching Bianca spoon feed Ryan, but based on the churning in my gut, it wasn’t a good emotion. It almost felt like he was consorting with the enemy.

“Just wait until you try it on your waffle,” she expertly spooned some onto his plate.

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