She got up from the couch, yawning.

“It’s late, i’m leaving.”

Gibsie looked at her as if every part of his body screamed for her not to go. But I didn’t say anything.

“Do you want me to stay?” She asked.

He approached. It wrapped around her waist. He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.

“Only if you want.”

She waited.

But then, he murmured, softly:

“I like the smell of your pillow.”

“Gibs...”

“And wake up next you.”

Silence.

He opened his eyes, slowly.

“That’s it. It’s all turning you.”