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Mom:I’m so glad you’re having a good time, sweetie. Dad would love to know the beach house is seeing new memories being made.
Mom:I’m just fine, been enjoying some me time.
She sends me a selfie of her sitting in her chair, her hair wrapped in a microfiber towel and a face mask on. I smile and send back a selfie of me and sleeping Wyatt. She replies with a heart, and I put my phone on the couch beside me, pulling the blanket up over my shoulder and yawning.
I don’t remember falling asleep. One minute I’m watching Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston on a safari and the next I’m waking up to Wyatt gently picking me up, bridal style.
“Wha-what happened?” I mumble.
Wyatt holds me gently, one arm under my knees and the other behind my back. I snuggle my head against his chest and breathe in the smell of him.
“We fell asleep,” he explains.
“Mm, you fell asleep first.”
“Semantics.”
He carries me up the stairs to my room, gently pushing the door open with his foot. He walks to the bed and lays me down, but I sit up and shrug off my cardigan so I’m in my leggings and T-shirt.
“This feels familiar,” I mumble.
He chuckles and takes a step back toward the door of my room. I raise my eyebrows and he shrugs.
“Felt like some distance might be best,” he explains.
“I’m not going to jump you, Wyatt. Geez.”
“Distance was more for me, Luce.”
“Oh.”
I yawn and he smiles at me, taking another step back.
“Brush your teeth and go to bed,” he instructs.
I sigh heavily and get back out of bed as he turns and heads for the stairs. I stop at the door to the upstairs bathroom, watching him.
“You’re sleeping downstairs?” I ask.
He nods. “Yep, figured it would be best to keep—”
“Your distance,” I finish for him.
“Exactly.”
I roll my eyes and open the door to the bathroom. “What do you think is going to happen, Wyatt?”
I hear him start to walk down the stairs, but then he stops and calls over his shoulder, “I know nothing is going to happen, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to. Hence, the flight of stairs separating us.”
“Such a gentleman,” I call back.
“Why’d you say that like it’s a bad thing?”
“Maybe because, just in this one instance, it is.”
“Goodnight, Lucy.”
“Goodnight, Wyatt.”
