"We were both a little drunk, but it was really good. The morning after was...new...for me. I liked it but...it was new." That was probably the first sign she was in over her head but she'd stuck it out and now...well, now she was willing to let the crazy girl in her head take over if it meant keeping him safe.
They'd gotten to know each other a lot better as the nights passed though and she preferred his bed to all the other ones she'd been in. He was different. Special. She took another drag from the cigarette and then carefully put it out in the ash try so that it could get finished another time instead of going to waste.
"Sleep sounds good to me," she agreed, sliding off the couch. Bailey held her hands out for him, intending to tug him up and lead him to bed with her. "Hold me tonight?"