"I'm sure." She felt a familiar weakness in her knees as he looked at her like that, those baby blues boring into her. Megan hadn't seen one of those looks from Spencer in a long time. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed them.
"Thank you," she murmured, slowly moving over to sit down on the mentioned couch, resting her hands uneasily upon her knees, legs folded neatly to one side. She felt silly asking him to stay, but she knew she'd be up all night if she hadn't. "You don't have to, though," she told him. "Sleep on the couch, I mean."