““Night, Pidge,” he whispered, turning over. I fidgeted, not yet ready to sleep. “Trav?” I said, leaning up to rest my chin on his shoulder. “Yeah?” “I know I’m drunk, and we just got into a ginormous fight over this, but….” “I’m not having sex with you, so quit asking,” he said, his back still turned to me. “What? No!” I cried. Travis laughed and turned, looking at me with a soft expression. “What, Pigeon?””
