Lyla
Shane and I ended up migrating to the living room after finishing our tea in the kitchen.
I was grateful that he seemed to not want to leave me by myself, as restless as I still was. A few times, I'd tried to shoo him away back to bed but he'd been kind enough to refuse me and put on another movie that we'd both ended up falling asleep to.
Finding myself tucking into his side had been a surprise but a welcomed one. I hadn't noticed how apparently touch-starved I was until I'd forced myself to move off the couch, my body instantly missing the warmth that radiated from Shane's side.
He seemed peaceful dozing with his head rolled back against the couch, so I grabbed one of the blankets that had fallen onto the floor and wrapped it around him before stepping outside with my phone in
