(Grayson)
I opened the door to Sammy's room just a crack. Only far enough so I could peek inside and pray to God he was finally sleeping.
The moment my eyes settled on his passed out form, I let out a sigh of relief. Took long enough. It was almost 11:15 p.m. and I couldn't believe Sammy lasted that long. But he was damm determined to make it to midnight. I had to force him to bed, where he proceeded to ask me for fifty different things, buying himself time.
The last thing he asked for was a cup of water with exactly six ice cubes. I made sure to take my sweet time, and sure enough, it worked.
The joy that flooded through my body had me jumping back before pumping my fist into the air.
Finally, Kat and I will be alone for once.
That took way f*****g longer than it should have. Or ma
