Chapter 37 She

• “You want to torture me.” he mumbled then, and even after I changed into one of his extremely large hoodies, and a his sweatpants, he still mumbled.
• Who cares? I know I didn’t, I was going to spend the night in his room, and in his arms, and nothing could take away my joy.
• Unless their were creating a boundary on the giant bed, separating us with a wall of pillows. Why does he have so much pillows anyway? I glare at him as he worked, he doesn’t look up once as he fixed the pillows, from the head board to the foot of the bed.