My room was cold and I anxiously fiddled with the portable heater, hoping to get it going again, but the old thing was officially dead.
“Don’t worry about it.” Nick was sitting on my narrow twin bed. “Let’s, uh, let’s just get under the covers…” He cleared his throat and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, then pulled the covers off the bed and got under them. He was so tall and my bed was so small, his feet hung off the end. “Come here?”
My clothes smelled of cigarette smoke. I wanted to put on a fresh T-shirt, but couldn’t find the courage to strip my shirt off in front of him. Lying on my bed, Nick turned to his side, holding his head in his hand, watching me with curious eyes. “Come here, O’Reilly.” He smirked.
I crept under the covers and lay on my back, but then decided to tur
