![]() He’s probably not that comfortable in his suit, but there is no way I’m undressing him. Once his shoes are on the floor, I heave his legs up onto the bed and assess the results. “Also, how dare you ask me to sleep here with you?! What if I didn’t have enough sense to realize you weren’t being serious? You could really get a girl’s hopes up saying things like that!” Sure, I absolutely hate dancing, and yes, I’m not really that into him, but who knows-weddings do funny things to people. I could be back at that wedding right now, dancing with Cooper and having the time of my life. As I unknot the laces, I talk out loud, telling him things I’d never have the courage to say if he were awake. I heave a reluctant sigh then step forward to take off his shoes. ![]() ![]() ![]() I look around as if trying to decide what to do, but there’s really only one thing to do, the only decent thing: leave now and shoot up a prayer that he makes it through the night. I should let him-it would serve him right for putting me in this predicament in the first place. I’m worried he’s going to throw up in his sleep and die. The lower half of his body is hanging off the bed, and he’s still wearing his wool coat and suit. ![]() I stand immobile, waiting for him to snap back to consciousness, but no, he is good and dead to the world. ![]()
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