Oct 31, 2014
Wesley was lying on his bed, propped up against the abundance of pillows scattered over the mattress and waiting for Kaye to let herself into the room. Once upon a time he would have taken the time to meet her at the front door and let her inside, but he was comfortable, and he was pretty sure Kaye knew her way around his house better than he did. He heard the squeak of the door and smiled, not looking away from where his eyes were tracing the swirls on the ceiling but holding his arms open for her to come lay down with him. "It's quiet around here. Weird, right?"