When I wake up, there's a soft weight draped over me. A blanket. The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of a laptop and the steady breathing of Rainbow, who's curled up by my side. I blink slowly, disoriented by sleep, but then I remember where I am—Theo's house.
The afternoon light slips in through the slats of the blinds, painting soft golden lines across the couch and the floor. I shift slightly, careful not to disturb Rainbow. He's warm and tiny, his ears flicking even in sleep.
Theo sits beside me, legs crossed, his laptop balanced on his thighs. His rectangle glasses made him look ... handsome—I said this too many times but I just can't help myself. He's focused, brows slightly furrowed, tapping something into a document. He doesn't notice I'm awake.
