I took a bathroom break and the next thing I knew you were asleep in the other room. There was enough space beside you so that I could squeeze my way in. I must’ve spent a good fifteen minutes arguing with myself if I should. Is it time? I don’t want to look like a slut. After silently cursing the heavens (literally, I waved my hands at the sky out of frustration), I gave up and crashed in the other room.
There’ll be a next time. Hopefully.