I came over earlier for dinner. We got lost in conversation and a movie, and by the time I checked the time, it was fifteen minutes to midnight. I had no problem driving home, but you insisted I sleep over—and I wasn’t about to argue with you.

"Is this really the only pair of bottoms you have?" I asked, glancing down at you seated on the edge of your bed. My forefinger was hooked into the waistband of the pajama bottoms I was borrowing from you for the night