There were no sounds coming from the lower portion of the house, so after Anissa made the bed and tidied the bathroom, she left her shoes off and walked down the stairs as quietly as she could, wincing when the old wooden boards gave a creak. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she saw David and something in her chest twisted painfully.
He had fallen asleep sitting on the sofa, where he still sprawled, his head thrown back against the suede cushions and his feet up on the cocktail table. A half-empty beer bottle sat near his feet and yet another funny-shaped plastic object with buttons lay next to his outflung hand. He still wore the sweater and trousers he had worn to the party. Red-brown stubble darkened his chin, which was the most handsome feature of his face, strong and square.
