Blythe
I don't know if I actually fall asleep or not.
It's like those times at night where you toss and turn forever, maybe catching an hour or maybe not, and all of a sudden time has passed you by. I watch as each shade of blue darkens throughout the evening until it is as black as Spencer's hair. I don't think Spencer sleeps either. His fingers trail through my curls every so often, reminding me he is still with me—he is still on my side.
Suddenly a square of light darts off the wall in front of us. We hear the tires against gravel and both stiffen. I sit up and look down at Spencer as his hand rests on my lower back. I don't know what to do. I know it's only a matter of minutes until Terrence, and maybe Lawrence, make their way inside but I don't want to move. Spencer's earlier admi
