"Dinner time!" she said, spinning me by my shoulders and shooing me from her room. "I'm gonna take a nap, all this drawing has me all tuckered out. Let me know when food is done, okay?"
"Wait, I just built an entire chicken coop..." I said weakly, but she had already laid down on her bed, her back to me. Well, her ass was to me, and that's all my unga-bunga brain cared about. I wanted to do so many things to her, and that continued to be alarming to me.
Sighing, I turned and trudged back to the kitchen to start dinner. Two grilled cheese sandwiches each later, I walked right back into her room.
"Erin, wake up," I said gently, shaking her shoulder. She hadn't bothered with a blanket, as the house refused to drop below 82, even in the dead of night. She didn't even stir.
My eyes dropped,
