(Ridge)
I woke with Mira still asleep against me. She’d turned sometime in the night and ended up half across my chest, one leg tangled with mine, hair everywhere, my shirt twisted on her where she’d slept in it. I stayed there longer than I needed to.
Last night had been full. Family, noise, too many people, too much food, everybody finding out everything at once. Then just us in the dark after. Now it was quiet again, and I wanted a few more minutes of that.
She moved a little and pressed closer.
“You awake?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“You’ve been awake long?”
“Long enough.”
“That’s annoying.”
“You’ll survive.”
She made a sound that meant she disagreed and stayed where she was. After a minute she tipped her head back and looked at me.
“I still want to do the party.”
I looked down at
