CHAPTER 20
Jessie
WEDNESDAY
Drew doesn’t come home after work, so I can only assume he’s at the hospital for a delivery. Or he’s on a date. I don’t know, and it kills me all night. I try to watch a romance movie, but I can’t focus. In my head, every scene is Drew with another woman, Drew kissing a different woman. It’s absolute torture. I could have just texted him and asked what he’s up to, but . . . that feels like too much. Too close. Too friend-like, or worse, relationship-like.
So instead I wait up—I mean watch TV!—on the couch for no reason other than I have insomnia like always. I don’t know at what time I fall asleep, but somewhere in the middle of the night I wake up when I feel something warm drape over me.
I squint my eyes open and see Drew standing beside the couch, turning off the TV with the remote. The room goes black and I can’t see him anymore, but I can still feel and smell him near me. In my sleepy state, I nearly ask him to lie down with me.
“Were you on a date?” I don’t mean to ask this, but it’s better than throwing a snuggle invitation at him.
He leans closer. “You should go get in bed. You look cold.”
“I’m okay right here.”
He grunts, and then I feel a second blanket wrapping around me. He tucks me in like a burrito and quietly says, “I was at the hospital. Get some sleep.”
I do, and I dream of Drew the whole night.