Home Alone

Wilson's POV

Insisting on sleeping on Georgia's couch had seemed like a good idea the night before, seeing as how I was a guest and all, but by six in the morning, I'd decided it was probably the worst idea. I felt like I hadn't slept at all. The cushiorns weren't comfortable and my body was too long so I had to curl up to keep my feet from dangling off the edge of the arm supports.

I briefly considered getting up just so I didn't have to try getting comfortable again. Just as I was shifting, a light from the hallway above me turned on. I turned my head up to the balcony and saw Georgia stumbling toward the stairs, her head bowed. She was dressed in a navy blue dress and her hair was wet, as if she'd just gotten out of the shower.

As she came up to the couch, she seemed to have noticed me and I froze with my eyes half-closed, hoping she wouldn't notice I was awake. After a minute she started moving again, this time more slowly as if she was trying not to wake me up.

It was ruined, ho