“You can thank me for my friendship later.”

He laughed again. “I’ll remember to do that.” It was his turn to yawn. "Sit with me tomorrow?"

"As long as you—," I let out another long yawn, "let me sleep on your legs, and I'll let you nap on mine."

"Deal."

I pressed my forehead closer to his smooth jaw.

Sacha squeezed me to him with a sigh. "Go to sleep, Princess," he said in his quiet voice.

"Okay," I mumbled.

Sacha stroked my arm with his fingers, once, twice, three times. "Frère Jacques, frère Jacques, dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines, ding ding dong, ding ding dong," he sang softly.

I smiled against him, tilting my head up, up, up. "Goodnight, Sassy."

He stroked my arm once more before I felt him shift beneath me, my head tucking deeper into his chest. The moment was sleepy, and warm, and sweet, and it was perfect. He pressed his lips against mine gently just for a moment, and then he kissed my nose.

He’d kissed me.

Even in my nearly delirious state, I recognized that sinking feeling deep

in my chest. No eclipse could overshadow the fact that I was absolutely in love with this guy, and it was the easiest and simplest thing in the world.

* * *

"You look comfy," Sacha drawled with a smile. He was sitting on the bench in front of the one I was on, with his bright red hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows. God, he was so cute.

I glanced down at the two men sleeping on me. My brother had his head on my lap, drooling, while Mason had his head on my shoulder, also drooling. Despite the fact that it was two in the afternoon, the pair were apparently exhausted over whatever craziness they'd experienced the night before. All I understood from their rambling babblings was something about a strip club, New Zealand girls and a banana.

I didn't want to know anything more. I could live without becoming scarred for life.

So now they were passed out on top of me, soaking my hoodie and jeans with their saliva, but I didn't have the heart to push them off. The drive to the airport was a little less than an hour, and they were busy taking full advantage of it.

"I've been more comfortable," I smiled at him, thinking about when I'd woken up that morning.

Sacha had been wiggling under me, trying to ease me onto the bed as gently as possible. He'd pressed a kiss on my cheek, told me he had an interview and that he'd see me later, then he blew hot morning breath on my face and left. Only I would think that was charming.

His phone started ringing for the fourth time since we'd gotten into the van, and he sighed. Again. It wasn't my business to ask whom he was avoiding but… the curiosity was fucking killing me. Isaiah, who was sitting next to him, grunted in frustration.

"Answer the phone, man. I'm sick of hearing it ring," he complained softly.

I could see Sacha roll his eyes before pulling out his phone and shifting his position to face forward. I immediately got a little wary of his action. There'd been a handful of times that his parents or his sisters had called while we were together, and he'd answered their calls without a second thought. He didn't care if I heard what was said but his hesitation at answering that call right then, told me there was something he was trying to avoid.

I trusted him. A lot. He hadn't given me a reason to doubt that he cared for me or that he was honest. On the other hand, we had only known each other a little over two months. It had taken Brandon three years to fuck up.

"Flabby," Eliza groaned as his hand started patting around my knee before landing on his face. He wiped at his lips and then touched the spot of drool he'd left on my pants. "Ahh fuck."