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Chapter 10

Joey was pretending not to care. She was pretending not to care that Dawson was forever calling over at the B&B, pretending not to care that he was constantly calling her, pretending not to care that he was insisting they revise for finals together. She did care though. She'd never have pegged Dawson as an unreasonable, irrational person but he was simply determined to win her back - or at least that's what she assumed he was attempting to do.

A tapping in the window broke her out of her thoughts and she opened it up to let Pacey climb in.

'How's it going?' he asked with a big optimistic grin.

'You didn't come over earlier. I thought you were gonna come by and do that English assignment.'

'I did come over,' he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly. 'You were entertaining.'

'You left because Dawson was here?' she frowned.

'Fourth day in a row, it was a little much after my dad was such an ass today. I kinda wanted you and no one else. I did do my assignment though.'

'I didn't want him here I wanted you here and I would have kicked him out. He seems to think there's a wavering in my affection, or that there should be, or that if he's here I'll somehow forget that I want you.'

'Is there?' Pacey hesitated in the affection he was currently lavishing to her neck. 'A wavering?'

'None,' she told him. 'I don't know what to do about him! I honestly don't,' she sighed, 'and I don't want to talk about that right now.'

'You wanna make out? Great, me too!' he nudged his hands under her tank.

'No,' she put her hands on her hips and stared at him.

'What?'

'I want to talk about you Pace. What did your dad do?' she led him to the bed and lifted the covers, then sat him on the edge. He kicked off his shoes and pushed off his shorts and his tshirt before climbing into the bed. She fell into his arms, wrapping her own tightly about him.

'God, and breathe,' he whispered. 'I feel like I haven't had a second of peace all day.'

'What happened?'

'That's the thing Jo - nothing happened. My dad was drunk. That was it. I'm a loser and he's a drunk and so he tells me repeatedly how much I suck so I came here and Dawson was stalking you.'

'You know you're not a loser,' she pressed a kiss to his chest.

'Oh I'm pretty sure I am. I'm not cut out for big things, I'll never amount to much. My dad's always gotta point out how I'm different to the others, a screw up. I mean what kind of father calls the kid that's finally not screwing up a screw up? You know I got over 80 on all the assignments since...well since you and I started evolving the hugging? Me getting over 80's and even a few 90's.'

'So you know your dad is a big massive idiot. You can't believe what they say Pace. You mustn't. If you ever have to choose a side in an argument I know you're smart enough to choose mine. I make you come. I adore every dumb thing you do, and I happen to think doing dumb stuff and having dumb luck, doesn't actually make you dumb. We've had this conversation before.'

'Can we ask Dawson to give you a bit of space?'

'He said he'd come over tomorrow but I said you and I were going on a date.'

'We are?' he smiled at her.

'Well you can't always be the one to organize things. I thought we'd go for a picnic. After all Friday we're going to the movies with Jen and Jack.'

'I love the idea of a picnic.'

'We may have to revise a little,' she rolled on top of him, resting her chin on his chest.

'Well that's ok, because we both know how to make the things we revise stick.'

'We do,' she kissed him for a few distracting minutes. 'I am so, so into you,' she told him softly, loving how his hands went to her butt and then trailed up her back.

'And I am so, so, so into you,' he agreed.

'When your dad makes you feel like a loser you need to apply logic. I'm not gonna be so, so into a loser. Losers don't do it for me.'

'Ok,' he nodded and wrapped a hand around the side of her face, his thumb smoothing across her cheekbone. 'Thank you.' She had about a million things she wanted to say but she kissed him instead.

'You look nervous,' Pacey frowned from where he was half lying on the grass. The picnic and revision notes spread out on the blanket.

'Dawson accosted me on the way to school today. Now you promise not to get mad,' she bit her lip.

'What am I not getting mad about?' his frown deepened.

'He asked me to prom,' she smiled weakly. Pacey, for his part, looked awfully serious.

'And you said?'

'I said no of course,' she rolled her eyes, crawling across to him and lying on her back beside him, a position that put him over her. She craned her neck up and pressed a kiss to his lips. 'Now Pace, please don't tell me you're thinking of returning to being a moron...' she spoke into the kiss.

'Joey, do you want to go to prom with me,' he smiled into the kiss effectively ending it.

'Why yes I would love to,' she snaked her hands around his neck and kissed him.

'What was he thinking asking you that?' Pacey said at length. 'I mean you're my girlfriend,' he shook his head clearly put out.

'I asked him. When I said no. He said you didn't hesitate to make a move on me knowing how he feels so he thought he was at liberty to do the same.'

'You guys weren't together,' Pacey growled.

'I know,' she shrugged. 'Now let's forget about Dawson and his mild case of psychosis and focus on gossip. Jack is gonna take Ethan to prom.'

'Wow, good for him,' Pacey grinned.

'Ethan's pretty cute,' Joey mused.

'Hey,' he poked her in the ribs.

'You know I'm taken not blind!' she teased.

'And you wouldn't mind me mooning over some other girl.'

'I'm not mooning,' she rolled her eyes. 'Merely observing. You are quite at liberty to acknowledge the attractiveness of any guy or girl that catches your eye. I will draw the line at mooning.'

'You know I don't think you'd like that. In theory yeah, but I think you're far more green eyed than you think you are.'

'Am I now?' she smiled up at him, rubbing the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

'You just know I don't see any girl but you,' he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 'You know I adore you so completely.'

'You aren't blind though.'

'No I'm not,' he nodded.

'So all I'm saying is if you can mention a pretty girl then communication is good,' she attempted a good amount of conviction.

'Really?' he chuckled softly.

'Well provided you follow it up by waxing lyrical about how utterly hot you think I am.'

'Hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful...' he pressed a kiss to her lips.

'All of that.'

'And I'm not a jealous kind of guy. You can think Ethan's hot. You can ever tell me Henry's cute, and that's ok. Just tell me when you stop being mine and I don't ever need to feel jealous. And I mean the slightest drift away from wanting me.'

'Well likewise,' she pulled his head to hers and kissed him, a deep, ardent kiss, that evolved as he rolled on top of her.

'I can't always believe you're mine,' he whispered, running his thumbs lightly across her temples.

'I can't always believe you're mine!' she smiled.

'So should we revise and then make out some more?'

'Wow Pace - instigating study. Are you feeling ok?' she pressed a hand to his forehead.

'Haha,' he smirked. 'I'm just trying to help my neurotic girlfriend not freak out.'

'Well good,' she nodded, 'and yeah, let's study so we can go back to mine and make out without the chance of being discovered by anyone.'

'You mean naked?' he gave her a broad grin.

'Well study and then you'll find out!'

When Barbara John's refused to sell Jack a ticket to prom just because he was bringing a guy as his date Joey was horrified and she was then relieved that a solution could be found, pleased that Dawson was able to offer that solution. Of course such a solution should never have been necessary, because at prom the only thing anyone really cared about was dresses, or their own date, or someone else's only if they wished it was their date. What difference should it make to anyone if two guys were there together? So whilst she felt the need to be ridiculous, she was glad that Jack had a prom to go to. She was relieved he had friends like Dawson and the others to ensure he had a prom. Friends like Pacey who weren't throwing him proms to get her attention, but quietly supporting him. So she knew Dawson wanted to help Jack, but she knew by the way that he looked at her that this alternate prom was also about her. She said goodbye to her friends kissing Pacey who was heading to the store for his mom and headed for home and revision. Dawson fell into step beside her,

'Hey,' he grinned.

'Hey,' she tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to sound somewhat enthusiastic.

'I'm actually really excited by this alternate prom. It'll be a really safe space. Who needs the Barbara Johns of the world sitting on their thrones and judging.'

'No one was judging you Dawson,' she pointed out and it was true - no one ever judged Dawson, not like the judged her, or Jen, Jack or even Pacey. The fact that he had a space to host a prom, parents to support the idea, set him far apart. She wasn't really being fair. He couldn't help his loving, wealthy parents anymore than she could help her lack thereof. 'It was very kind of you to offer,' she said sincerely.

'It's a lot of work,' he enthused, 'but if we all work together we can make it great.'

'Shouldn't you check with your parents first?' she gave him a smile, but he just rolled his eyes dismissively.

'I actually wanted to make one last ditch attempt to convince you to come with me. I know what you're going to say. I know you have Pacey and that you're...together. The thing is I want to make this special for you. I want to share this event with my best friend like we always said we would.'

'We said we'd go together if neither of us had a significant other. I do have a significant other,' she could feel her irritation growing fast.

'You've been dating for all of five minutes. I know you Joey. You can't be nearly as serious as you pretend to be. I know you were just making a point the other week after the race,' he looked optimistic.

'Was I?' she shot back.

'I know you think you like the guy. I get that you guys are friends. But he used to repulse you. You were so adamant in how off putting you found him.'

'Some might argue I was a little too adamant,' she scowled.

'Joey,' he beseeched looking utterly wounded.

'I'm sorry but I'm going to the prom with Pacey. If we aren't welcome at your alternate prom then neither of us will be going. I would rather not go than not go with him.'

'Do you have any idea how much that hurts? Are you just trying to be cruel? What happened to us? I thought I knew you,' Dawson was staring at her with an expression of incomprehension.

'I'm still the same person.'

'You're not. You seem to have become a rather base person of late,' he snarled.

'I will forgive you that because I know you're hurt. There is nothing wrong with exploring physical things with my boyfriend. Nothing at all. It doesn't make me base.'

'I saw you that night I came to talk to you at the wall, I saw him turn up and the way you were together, right there in the centre of town!I saw you kissing in your kitchen. And the way you talk it's as if you're sleeping together! I've seen you enough to know that you don't seem to care what you do when it comes to Pacey. You lack all the restraint you had with me. I can't stand the fact that he's turned you into his slut,' he spat the word in his anger and in hers she slapped him around the face so fast she barely had a second to contemplate what she was about to do before it was done.

'When a boy wants a girl it's natural. When a boy makes the bases he's a stud. When a guy sleeps with a girl - he's the man. But somehow a girl is a slut? I'm a slut because I like him touching me? And I do like him touching me Dawson, I do. In fact I love him touching me, in all sorts of graphic ways and it doesn't make me a slut. The fact that I fantasize about having sex with him doesn't make me a slut. Having sex with him wouldn't make me a slut. None of it makes me a slut. It's so unfair because if I were a boy, if I were your friend and a boy you wouldn't be calling me a slut - you'd be congratulating me. I bet the words slut didn't roll off your tongue when Pacey slept with Ms Jacobs. And I bet if I was sleeping with you, you'd have a few choice words to say to anyone that called me a slut,' she hadn't realized how angry, upset and utterly incensed she was until she realized she was pointing at him and about ready to slap him a second time.

'I...' he looked shocked, horrified, utterly confused by what was happening and she was glad but she didn't want to hear any of it.

'I won't be coming to your alternate prom. I'm pretty sure Pacey won't either. We'll have our own private prom,' she glared at him and she turned around and walked in the opposite direction - towards Pacey's house and him.

'Joey,' Dawson's voice couldn't break through her rage and she stormed, the trip to Pacey's seeming to take no time at all. She sat on his front steps and waited, knowing he was at the store. Luckily Pacey didn't dally when it came to store visits and before long he was trudging up the street laden with a couple of bags.

'He called me a slut,' she stated loudly when he finally noticed her and his face hardened. 'He called me a slut and I hit him. I slapped him around the face without even thinking,' her breathing was ragged and her heart was still pounding so hard. 'Because I want to be with you, because we can't keep our hands off each other, because I want you and not him, I'm a slut. I lost it with him Pacey. I mean I totally lost it. I called him on his misogynistic bullshit. Loudly in the middle of the street. I told him I fantasize about sex with you. I told him I like you touching me. I'm so mad,' she wrapped her arms around his waist and he dropped the shopping he was carrying and wrapped his arms tightly around her. It took several minutes before she realized he was shaking.

'I'm sorry,' she pressed kisses to his chest.

'Don't you apologize, don't you ever apologize because I couldn't be prouder of you. I'm proud that you called him on it because it's completely out of order. He should just be relieved I wasn't there because I don't think I'd have managed just a slap.'

'I know he's not right, but when someone says that to you it makes you feel...I don't know - all wrong inside. I guess therein lies the power. I should feel empowered right now - I love things between us and I stood up for myself but I feel chastised, guilty, and slightly uncomfortable with how things are,' she attempted to vocalise her jumbled up feelings and hoped he'd understand.

'Joey,' he pressed a kiss to her temple, 'you have every right to do with your body what you want, and so long as you want it, your choices are your business and no one else's. Do you think Jen is a slut? She openly told you how many guys she slept with...'

'Well no, actually I don't. I think she was vulnerable, taken advantage of but not slutty.'

'And what if she slept with every guy in our grade?' Pacey asked,

'Her choice,' Joey stated and Pacey nodded,

'Her choice. We only need to worry when someone isn't happy or puts their self in danger. The truth is socially we're conditioned to think sleeping around isn't a good idea and it isn't - not really. I mean aside from the emotional ramifications there's the physical risks but it is no ones business. If someone practices safe sex and is absolutely fine with the level of emotional attachment well it's up to them. Being physical in a committed relationship is normal.'

'So if you're easy you're still not slutty? I mean I will admit I totally have the social conditioning. Dawson calls me a slut and I think of the things I've said to you, the things I've done with you and I wonder...it was so easy to transition from friends to that. I was easy. The first time you more than hugged me you made me come. I was easy,' she fought back tears.

'So what?' he shrugged. 'I mean so what? You could have done that with a complete stranger and if you wanted to, honestly so what?'

'You're really quite extraordinary you know?' she stared at him feeling a deep stir in her belly, a deep craving for him and a desire to never lose him. She suddenly hated that they were only sixteen because she couldn't imagine managing to keep him forever.

'It's nothing extraordinary to give women, girls, the same rights and respect as men. Even I fail at that some times, even when I'm trying hard not to. If you were with Dawson and he was telling me all about the things you two were up to, him touching you like I touch you - well I'd respect you for embracing what you wanted. It's not just because you do those things with me that I respect you. That's what I'm saying.'

'And I understand why you don't always realize quite how extraordinary you are, but you are. You aren't like other people. You think better, you are better. I honestly think you might be the best person ever.'

'Aaah you're just into me,' he teased with his usual self-deprecation.

'I am into you, but with extremely good reason. I'm very lucky.'

'You got that the wrong way round Potter,' he pressed a kiss to her neck.

'Actually I think I have it exactly the right way round,' she stated looking at him, watching the flush spread over his cheeks. Then he grinned,

'So are you coming in because the ice cream my mom asked for is probably mush,' he was changing the subject and she knew it was because he wasn't used to hearing nice things. That pained her. 'I mean I know we have revision to do.'

'You have notes here too,' she shrugged. 'Lets revise some here and then revise some at mine. You can pretend to go home and then sneak back in through the window. I mean if you want?'

'I always want,' he squeezed her one last time and picked up his bags.

'Oh...I should tell you that I'm not going to prom, I'm really not. We can have our own private prom, or if you want to go, that's fine but I don't want to. Not to the school prom nor Dawson's judgemental alternate prom.'

'Are you sure? I mean it's a right of passage and all that.'

'Well I'm sure but if you're not I really don't mind if you go.'

'What would be the point without you?' he asked with a frown.

'I don't know. You could hang with our friends, support Jack, I'm sure both he and Jen would dance with you,' she gave him a grin.

'I'm sure they would but I want to be with you.'

'I can't go, I really can't.'

'So the only reason I'll go is if Jack wants me there. Let's get Jack and Jen to meet us at yours in an hour?'

'Ok,' she nodded as they went into his house.

'He called you a what?' Jen had her hands on her hips, the words yelled.

'Well he said he can't stand the fact that Pacey's turned me into his slut,' Joey clarified smiling as Jen flopped onto the end of her bed in evident outrage. Jack for his part had a dropped jaw and was doing a great job of impersonating a goldfish. Pacey was just shaking his head, his face tight as he read revision notes.

'I always knew Dawson had it in him...to be judgemental. He went off me so fast when I wasn't the pure girl he wanted me to be. I mean look at how much composition a simple first kiss took. He wanted it to be staged to be controlled, so whilst it disappoints me I'm not surprised.'

'She missed out the part where she slapped him,' Pacey added without looking up from the notes.

'Well good,' Jack said before Jen could.

'Too right - that's good. I hope you told him a thing or two?'

'I did. I gave him a thing or two to think about,' she smirked.

'Like what?' Jen narrowed her eyes.

'I told him I love the very graphic ways that Pace touches me. I mean it's true and it doesn't make me a slut...that was my point of course,' she smiled at Jen but she caught the smile Jack shot her boyfriend, and his coy, but slightly smug smile in return. She couldn't blame him though.

'Well I'm proud of you,' Jen gushed.

'S'what I said,' Pacey concurred showing he had more of an ear on the conversation than appeared.

'And are you planning to defend her honour?' Jen asked astutely and Pacey put down the revision cards and sighed.

'I want to. I mean I want to punch his light out because really...I mean really?' he began to gesture in his frustration, 'where does that guy get off? Like you Jen I'm not surprised though I would have credited with a little more class.'

'So are you going to punch him?' Jen asked and he looked to Joey, they all did.

'In all honesty, if I see him any time soon I might find it hard not to but...well I don't think it will achieve much. He'd deserve it,' they all nodded, 'but he is our friend. I don't think Joey wants me to punch him and I want her happy. I mean if he says it to my face that's another story.'

'No one could say anything then,' Jack agreed. 'I think I'd punch him.'

'Thanks for the support guys,' Joey mused. 'The biggest problem with all this is that I'm not going to the alternate prom.'

'You're going to Barbara John's prom?' Jen scoffed.

'No, no...I wouldn't,' Joey rolled her eyes. 'I'm not going to prom at all.'

'And if she's not going...' Pacey looked at Jack.

'You're not going,' Jack finished.

'Except I am. If you want me there. I know it aught not to be a big deal but I'm not naive enough to think that it isn't. So I'm there if you want me there.'

'You're a good guy Pace,' Jack stated. 'And thank you but I'll have Jen and I'll be fine. You guys can spend the evening together.'

'What will you do?' Jen asked looking between them.

'He said if Jack didn't want him there, he wanted to organize the night.'

'And you're gonna let him?' Jack teased.

'I'll be honest - we could watch a movie and make out and I'd be happy,' Joey shot a look at Pacey that was heaped with her obvious adoration.

'That's not the plan,' Pacey chuckled, 'well not the movie part.'

'Maybe we should have our own alternate, alternate prom,' Jen joked. 'Sounds like fun.'

'Ha, that wouldn't go down so well,' Joey shook her head. 'Now let's revise before we fail our finals and prom is a moot point.'

'We don't actually find out until after prom...' Jack pointed out but picked up his notes.

Bessie kicked everyone out at around nine and that included Pacey. Joey showered and then headed back to her room smiling at Pacey who was lying on her bed.

'You said I could sneak in,' he smiled because she was only wrapped in a towel.

'And I'm pleased you did,' she winked.

'How you doing? It's been a crappy day one way or another.'

'I've actually had a pretty good day Pace. You make everyday a little bit better.'

'And you think Dawson's wrong...' Pacey gave her a shit eating grin and chuckled, totally confusing her.

'I'm lost,' she frowned.

'If you think I make every day better, if you think I'm extraordinary and clever maybe I have hoodwinked you...' he was jesting but it didn't sit right,

'No Pace, I'm just recognizing bits of you that have been there all along. I'm far too smart for hoodwinking.'

'So I'm really all those things?' he asked shuffling to the edge of the bed and drawing her between his legs.

'All those things,' she nodded and then rolled her eyes, 'loud too. If you don't want my sister storming in here in a rage you need to whisper.'

'Well if you want to hear my awesome whisper you'll need to be really, really close,' he told her, rather obvious in his intentions.

'And if you're planning on sleeping over you can't wear those shorts in my bed,' she shrugged.

'Well if I can't wear my shorts it seems to me that you don't need to be bothering with that towel,' he shrugged in response.

'It is hot,' she nodded.

'It is,' he agreed, 'and bed is so much fun when you're naked.'

'You know what strikes me as unfair?' she tilted her head to one side.

'What's that then?' Pacey's focus was almost entirely on nudging his fingers up to where the corner of Joey's towel was tucked into the main body of towel, the place where he could effectively undo said towel.

'I seem to be getting naked for you an awful lot these days and yet I have yet to see you entirely naked,' she pursed her lips and he looked up at her.

'I thought you were all for my boxers on lest we get close to something we're not ready to get close to?' he pressed his chin against her and she loved him for his use of "we're" rather that "you" which was nearer the truth.

'You're saying you can't restrain yourself?' she arched a brow, her cavalier attitude at odds with her racing heart. 'I could always wear panties.'

'I would never...you know I can...'

'I was kidding,' she laughed softly.

'And I don't want you wearing panties. I want to touch you.'

'Well then we'll just have to make sure your bits go nowhere near my bits,' she smirked.

'That might be hard,' he tugged at the towel until it fell from her body, pooling at her feet. The touch of his hands at her ribs was feather light, as he tracked a path down, over her hips and then around the curve of her behind. 'I'm very hard,' he groaned into her stomach as he pressed several kissed there. 'I always want you so much.'

'I want to see how much,' she murmured demurely and reached down to flick open his belt and push at his shorts but she gasped when his warm mouth caught her nipple and his hand fluttered across her clit. 'Pacey,' she moaned.

'Lie on the bed,' he practically begged, 'please,' he pulled back the covers and she lay down. 'You want me naked?' he asked and she loved that he double checked. She nodded,

'I do,' she propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he removed his tshirt, exposing his exceedingly gorgeous body all toned and muscled, smooth skin stretching over a perfect shape. She unconsciously bit her lip as he pulled off his shorts and then his boxers, his socks thankfully discarded somewhere along the way. Joey stared because really there was nothing else to do.

'I know, I know, guys aren't nearly as nice to look at as you lot,' he flushed an adorable shade of red under her scrutiny,

'I actually think you're very beautiful,' she stared at his cock, hard and big and kind of looking at her from where he was stood. She'd always thought penis's were rather disgusting but actually they were quite enchanting - or at least Pacey's was. 'Can I watch you get hard one day?' she asked finally looking up at his eyes. They were half lidded and dark and sexy as hell.

'Yeah,' he nodded and climbing onto the bed crawled across it until he was lying next to her. 'If you want.'

'I surprise myself with what I want when I'm with you,' she whispered.

'I just want you,' he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him until her head was resting on his chest. She released a sigh because it was always the best place to be - the most comforting, the safest and these days, the most erotic. His finger tips trailed up and down her spine as they lay together. Then all at once he was rolling them over and kissing her, the weight of his body coming to rest on hers, the hot, silky, naked hard heat of him pressed between them, right on her clit and it felt divine, like that one small bundle had been ramped up with extra watts of electricity. She gasped loudly because she had the strongest desire to have him put himself lower, against where she was wet and apparently desperate for him. All of these feelings were apparently reciprocated as he claimed her mouth, the kiss more urgent his hands removing hers from his body and holding them above her head as he thrust against her, again and agasping, quite shamelessly aping the act that filled her mind, and she wanted her hands, wanted them so she could shift his body down hers. She fought his hands,

'I want you in me,' she moaned, all the while relentlessly trying to resist his body's complete ability to give her an orgasm with ease. Each movement just took her further into her desire ridden insanity and closer to achieving that moment of extreme pleasure. Desperately she wrapped her legs around him trying to push him down, trying to force him off her clit and between her legs but he held firm.

'Please,' she moaned into the kiss that he never broke and she felt him smile, but then he was kissing her again with renewed enthusiasm, and she could feel herself begin to go, could feel her whole body climbing up to that precipice she just loved to crash over, and then they were both groaning together, his hot come firing onto her belly as she writhed beneath him. Then he was rolling off of her, and his thumb found her clit as he pushed two fingers into her, filling her in the way she was suddenly so completely desperate for, and it was good but she wanted more than his fingers she realized, but then she stopped thinking as his fingers and thumb sent her spiralling into her messy, adrenalin ridden second orgasm.

'I think perhaps it would be safer if we weren't both naked,' Pacey whispered into her ear, kissing the lobe. 'Until we're ready for more,' he added.

'I was ready for more just then,' she sighed still entirely blissed out. He chuckled,

'Hmmm,' was all he said and reached across for a tissue and wiping her free of his come.

'I'm gonna put my boxers on but if you wanna sleep naked that is absolutely great by me.'

'Hmmm,' she wasn't feeling particularly eloquent and curled up into him when he was back in the bed.

'Jo?'

'Yeah?' she asked sleepily.

'I wanna sail down the coast this summer. I really want you to come with me. I'll stay if you can't go or don't want to, but I'd really like you to come with me. Think about it.'

'I will,' she pressed a kiss to his chest, her eyes shut and her brain foggy with sleep