Brady slid onto the couch next to me. He smelled fresh, clean, his body wash tinging his natural scent pleasantly.
He turned to me, tilting his head adorably. I expected him ask why he was here. Ask why I called. Force me to admit that I had missed him, had grown used to his company and couldn't go without it.
He didn't. Perplexed, he tilted his head further to the side.
"I thought you wanted to watch a movie?" he asked, eyes darting to the black TV screen.
"Oh!" I fumbled for the remote. "What are we seeing tonight?" I smiled at him.
Like it was the most natural thing in the world, Brady settled back into the couch and put his arm around my shoulders, closing the space between us.
"No musicals." He joked.
"New house rule." I agreed.
Brady didn't make it more than ten minutes into
