Page 77 of Heartbeat

“How so?”

“You barely move. It’s quite mesmerizing.”

I opened my eyes, expecting them to be flooded with brightness, but realized the only source of light in the bedroom was coming from the half-opened closet door near the bathroom.

“How long was I out for?” I asked, trying so hard to stay awake.

“Not long. A little over an hour.”

“Is it too late though? For the movie?”

“Don’t worry. We have time,” he said, softly. “It’s barely three in the morning.”

That meant we’d kissed for an hour, give or take. Before my narcolepsy.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

“That’s okay. Doesn’t make me feel too interesting, but…”

I hummed. “It’s not that, believe me. Don’t get me wrong; it is you. Only, it’s not what you think.”

“Was that an insult?”

“Not at all.” I chuckled. “I just get so relaxed around you, I—”

“I calm you down?”

I nodded.

He looked so proud. “Huh.” He then asked, me, “Do you think you could maybe stay here tonight?”

I raised a single brow. “You want me to spend the night?”

“I do.” He nodded, smiling.

“What about your dad? What if he comes back?”

“My dad’s cool. But he won’t. This week, I’m supposed to be at my mom’s, so that means he’s only coming back on Friday—we do the alternate weekend thing.”

“Oh.”

“So, in theory, that means we could stay here all week, if we wanted to.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“No one would even know. We could hide out in my room. Have sex for days.”

“Days, huh?”

“That is, whenever you’re awake.”

“I said I was sorry,” I said, shoving him.

He chuckled.

My God, that laugh.

“Try explaining that to the Harts though,” I said.

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