QUINN and I are out with our friends one night at a pub. It's one of those rare nights that we are all together. Most of the time, we're either home doing homework or at a part-time job. Adulting is hard. Sometimes, I wish I can be a kid again, so all I had to worry about is sleeping in the afternoon.
I grew up with Mom saying I can only play later if I take a nap. And now, with everything I need to do -- I can't sleep a wink. When a familiar song played, I heard Quinn hummed to it. I looked at him, and our eyes met. He smiled and kissed my temple.
"Do you want to sleep over later? You don't have work tomorrow, right?" asked Quinn.
"Only if you behave."
He crinkled his nose. "I am always behaving."
"Yeah, right. Remem--"
"What?" he pointed to his ear, telling me to whisper.
"Rem
