““I’m drunk, Travis. It’s the only excuse I have.” “You just want me to hold you until you fall asleep?” I didn’t answer. He shifted to look straight into my eyes. “I should say no to prove a point,” he said, his eyebrows pulling together. “But I would hate myself later if I said no and you never asked me again.” I nestled my cheek against his chest, and he tightened his arms, sighing. “You don’t need an excuse, Pigeon. All you have to do is ask.””
