After dinner, Oliver went upstairs and put an air mattress in the attic nook for me, and apparently Seth, as he’s following me up the stairs now.
“You’re not going to fit well,” I giggle at him.
Seth shrugs at me. “I’m not sleeping without you, Love.”
I lay down on the mattress and scoot all the way to the side against the wall, Seth laying down next to me. He’s heavier than me, though, and his weight causes the air mattress to be uneven. We both move around, trying to get comfortable, before Seth pulls me on top of him just as we were on the couch a few nights before and wraps his arms around me tightly.
“This alright?” he asks me, causing me to giggle.
“Of course,” I tell him, laying my head down on his chest, gently playing with the hair there.
“Tell me the good,” he tells me,
