Her mouth pops open in surprise. “Oh, um, no, thanks. I need to complete it myself.”
“Okay, but for what it’s worth, I think you’ll be able to do it. You’re one of the smartest people I know.”
She grins. “I know.” She places the mug back down on the bedside table and yawns so big that her entire body shakes with it. “I’m just—” Another yawn. “Resting my eyes for a second.”
She shuffles on the bed, resting her head against the headboard, and the second her eyes close she slips further down until she’s on her back. I don’t even try to disturb her as she makes herself comfortable in her sleep, stretching and turning until she stops fidgeting.
The shirt rides up her thighs again and I fetch the blanket from the end of the bed and wrap it over her. I can’t help but smile at the way her face is smushed into the pillow, long, perfect eyelashes resting against her cheeks.
She looks so peaceful—not angry or upset or drunk. Just tired, and finally resting.
When I find myself yawning, I’m grateful that my body has remembered that I need to sleep. I shower as quietly as I can,feeling more settled than I had earlier, before I take a seat on the chair by the window and close my eyes.
CHAPTER TWELVE: EVAN
Evan:
Are you going to be in class next week?
Scarlett:
Obviously.
Evan:
Can you cover for me? I’ve got an event in Boston I need to attend.
Scarlett:
What do I get out of it?
Evan:
The satisfaction of doing something good . . . ?
