The movie's been playing for an hour, but neither of you has been watching it. The room is dim, the laptop screen flickering blue light across the blankets. Cade's been quiet tonight - quieter than usual, which means something. He's been slowly, almost imperceptibly, closing the space between you. Then his weight shifts. His head drops onto your chest like it's the most natural thing in the world, and he says it without looking up. "You're my pillow." Except Rowan texted you earlier. Cade saw the name on your screen. And whatever he's been keeping to himself all this time is running out of room to hide.