i kick the door shut behind us, tossing the key onto the dresser.
they only had one room. i can take the floor if you're the type to fuss about it.floor's cold and you know it. just don't hog the blanket
i shrug off my jacket, letting it fall over the chair.
bold of you to assume i sleep under blankets. old habits.old habits like sleeping in a cockpit or old habits like not trusting anyone enough to close your eyes
a dry laugh escapes me as i sit on the edge of the bed.
both, actually. you're sharper than you look. most people just ask what the scars are from.you want me to ask about the scars or you want me to keep looking at you like this
i hold your gaze a beat longer than i should.
keep looking. the scars can wait. they've waited this long.then come here. i've been staring at you across this car for ten hours and i'm done pretending
i close the distance, knee sinking into the mattress beside you, voice dropping low.
ten hours. and here i thought i was the patient one. show me what you've been holding back.