JJ
Millie took longer than usual to fall asleep.
Maybe I only noticed because Nixx’s promise to talk had been sitting in the back of my head through two bedtime stories, a glass of water, one bathroom trip, and an argument about whether her rabbit needed its own blanket.
By the time her breathing finally evened out beside me, I had plenty of time to wonder what exactly Nixx thought we needed to discuss.
I knew what had happened.
I knew why I had done it.
That didn’t mean I had a neat little label ready to slap on whatever existed between us now.
When I finally slipped out of Benny’s bed and went downstairs, the house was mostly dark. Benny had already disappeared into one of the other bedrooms, and only the lamp beside the couch was still on.
Nixx was sitting at the kitchen table.
