The sun outside had gone down, and yet she was still sitting on my lap. I continued rubbing circles into her back because everything that has happened wore her out, and she was snoring into my neck. I wasn't going to move her. I wasn't going to attempt to get up. I was going to stay here until she woke up because I wasn't going to ruin another moment with her.

I wondered how we got here. In the end, I didn't care or need that question to be answered. All that mattered was the fact that she was here, in my arms, peacefully sleeping. This is where she belonged, with me. Nothing else felt right.

Suddenly, this felt like home again. It never had anything to do with the stuff inside of the house but the person who lived there. Bo was my person, and she felt like home. My head fell against the couch as I attempted to get comfortable. I felt my eyes drooping as we sat together. I could fall asleep without trouble, anywhere as long as she was there.

Then the front door opened. I gently sat her down on the cushion beside me, immediately standing up to find out who was coming in. Trevor stood in front of me, and he didn't hesitate to ask me where Bo was. I motioned to her lying on the couch, and as much as I wanted to be mad at him, I had no reason for it. I couldn't blame him for being there for her when I fucked up.

"What happened?"

I sighed. "I don't know. I am still trying to comprehend it."

"Is she okay?"

"Probably not, but it is a work in progress."

"For what reason did you flip shit on her?"

"I was scared."

He looked at me as if I grew two heads. The only person who ever heard me admit the things I was scared of was Bo. She was the only person I felt like I could open up to. She was also the person to prove to me that being scared doesn't make me weak, and I needed that.

"You scared?"

"To lose her again, but not momentarily like when she broke up with me, but permanently."

"You overreacted."

"I am going to quit drinking."

"What?"

"After I fell asleep alone last night, I started looking around for groups to join."

"Groups? Like support groups?"

"Yeah, like support groups," I nodded.

"Nothing happened between us. You know that, right?" He looked up at me. "No matter how attracted I am to her, or how much I want to be with her, I could never do that to you."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I told Bo to tell you she and I slept together," he shrugged. "Just in case you were being a dick."

"Funny," I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well, she did just that."

"So, you were being a dick?"

I clenched my jaw. "Yeah, I was."

He snickered. "You know I am just giving you shit, right?"

I nodded. "Thank you for taking care of her."

"We care about her too."

"I know, and I appreciate that."

"John is very pissed off at you, though."

"I'll deal with that some other time," I shrugged. "I am more worried about Bo at the moment."

"I brought her stuff from the hotel," he lifted the sack in his hand. "I figured you guys made up."

"What made you assume that?"

"You guys are in love," he shrugged. "It was going to happen, even if neither of you wanted it to."

"Thank you."

He came toward me, pulling me into a hug. I patted his back, silently thanking him again for being there for not only her but me. Trevor and I were close as teenagers. Somewhere in between then and growing up, we split further apart. Then I met Bo, and he also ended up having a thing for her. That made it worst.

Before he left, he handed me the plastic bag in his hand. I stood in the doorway, waiting for him to get into his car. Trevor is scared of the dark. I had to make sure he was okay. As soon as he pulled away, I turned back around. I expected to see Bo sleeping on the couch, but she was awake and standing before me.

"Hey," I shoved my hands into my pockets. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," she shrugged. "Are you really thinking about going to support groups?"

"I am going Monday."

She gave me a lazy smile as the sleepiness on her face was stronger than any other emotion. "I am happy for you."

"Thanks -"

"Do you want to get chicken nuggets?"

I bit my lip, trying to bite away my smile, but there was no use. "Sure. I'll drive."

She followed me out to the car. I thought she would want to keep her distance. Instead of trailing behind me, she tangled her hand with mine. It didn't matter to me that the walk was short as long as she wanted to hold my hand. I opened the driverside door.

"I figured we could slide in at the same time."

She smiled. "Perfect."

I helped her up, watching as she slid into the passenger side while I slid in next to her. I knew it was ninety degrees out, and we should have turned on the air conditioner, but I know how much she loved it when I rolled the windows down.

Her head drifted with the wind to the beat of the music playing through the speakers. I pulled onto the main road. She smiled at the sight of the McDonald's sign coming into view. What made the house we moved into better than what it already was? Bo's favorite place to eat was a mile away.

She was out of the truck before I could fully park. I followed after her, trying to keep up as she pushed through the doors. I stood behind her as she ordered chicken nuggets for both of us. She made sure to get extra ranch also.

The second I saw her pull a card from her purse, I handed the worker money first. Her caramel eyes glared at me but thanked me anyway. She led me away to a table she could barely reach. There was something about sitting at a high table that made her excited. I am not sure if it was because she could kick her legs back and forth or not. Either way, I don't care.

When they called out her name, I grabbed it for her. I brought the tray of food towards her, loving the way she raised her shoulders. She peeled open the packets of ranch, dumping it all out on a napkin. She always picked the skin off of the chicken nuggets before she dunked them. I never knew why, but she loved eating it individually. She was a dork, but it was another reason why I loved her.

"Why do you pick off the crust or whatever first?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Uh - I am not sure."

I tossed a fry into my mouth. "You are cute."

A blush spread across her cheeks as she bit into her chicken nugget. I smiled at her as she kicked her legs back and forth underneath the table. She hummed to the music playing over the speakers. Bo was always in her own little world when she was eating. It was intriguing to watch.

"When do you go see Jami again?"

She gulped, staring at the lump of food below her. "I told her I wasn't making any future appointments."

I was going to ask why, but I figured it out. "Bo -"

"It's okay."

"No," I shake my head. "It was because of me."

"Actually," she sucked in a breath. "I told her I wasn't making any future appointments because the first time I did it, I was doing it for you. If I make any other appointments, it will be for me."

"You weren't ready?"

"I thought I was, and I felt motivated, I guess," she shrugged.

"Please, don't bottle up again."

She looked up at me with a smile on her face. "I'll be okay."

"Promise?"

Her smile faltered, and she dropped her gaze to her food. "I don't think I will ever be one-hundred percent."

"Make an appointment anyway," I pleaded. "Please?"

"I'll think about it."

"Good enough for me."

She giggled as she picked up another chicken nugget. "This looks like a ghost?"

"Yeah, it does," I smiled.

"Like a sheet ghost, you know?"

"Is he drunk?" I asked, watching her furrow her brows in confusion.

"What?"

"That chicken nugget," I pointed at it. "It looks sheet-faced!"