Overpass Chapter 4

Excerpt from chapter 4 . . .

He sits beside me, stealing a piece of my blanket and laying his head in my lap. We get closer every day, and not just physically, if I’m being honest. At first, it was a scary prospect, but I don’t mind it now. He’s proven himself, been consistent, which is more than I can say for most of my peers. I trust Edward in a way I haven’t trusted anyone in a long time. Even so, I keep him at arm’s length with my words and constant teasing.

“Did I invite you to do that?”

“No, but I'm freezing, and this mumbling TV woke me up, so . . .”

“Fine.” 

“Fine.”

Instinctively, I rest my hand on his head and begin pulling my fingers through his unruly hair. It’s softer than I expected, the strands thick but not wiry.

“What are we watching?” he says through a yawn. 

“People making out.”

“Porn? Awesome.” 

“Teenage porn. Jared Leto porn.” 

“Any naked girls?” 

“Edward?”

“What?”

“Shut up and watch.”