Page 68 of Happily Never After


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“It just feels weird. I’ll wait until you’re done.”

“You look like being in the presence of food is going to make you sick.”

“I’m fine,” he said, then added, “but stop smiling like this is hilarious.”

“Okay.”

His eyebrows went down. “And don’t sayokaylike I’m a child who needs to be humored.”

“Okay.”

He growled, and I did laugh then, which made him flip me off while at the same time sliding into a somewhat amused near grin.

I wolfed down the food—God, it was exactly what I needed—and then we took the elevator up to my room. Once in the room, I went into the bathroom to grab the Motrin out of my toiletry bag, and when I came out, Max was lying on the bed.

One arm over his eyes, the other spread wide.

“You kind of look like you’re dabbing,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed with a plastic cup of water and four tablets in my hand.

“Totally what I was going for,” he said, his voice muffled as if he was already halfway asleep.

“Sit up and take these.”

He dropped his arm from his face, groaned, and then sat up.

He looked at me while he popped the Motrin into his mouth and drank the water.

“Good boy,” I said, taking the empty cup from his hand and setting it on the bedside table.

“We should second sleep,” he said, flopping back onto the bed.

“What?”

“Second sleep. Like college. C’mere and do it with me.”

I crossed my arms. “Explain, please.”

He rolled onto his side and opened his eyes.

Barely.

“I used to wake up with a hangover, go get donuts, eat donuts, then go back to bed for another hour.”

“Second sleep,” I said, nodding my head, thinking he was churlishly adorable when hungover.

“I can’t explain it,” he murmured, eyes closing, “but it’s the best nap you’ll ever have.”

“Iamtired,” I said, feeling better than I had when I’d woken up but not great.

He scooted over to the left side of the bed and smacked the right side pillow with his hand. “Hop in.”

I wanted to giggle as I ditched my shoes and crawled into bed. “Hey, Siri. Set a timer for one hour.”

“Good girl,” Max said in a deep, sleepy voice, rolling onto his side so he was facing away from me, and I ignored all the things that him saying those words did to my body as I closed my eyes.

And proceeded to fall sound asleep.

I didn’t wake up until my watch buzzed—dear Lord, when was the last time I’d slept for an uninterrupted hour?—and it was then that I felt his arms around me.

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