Cephus’ POV

Chapter 164

Cephus’ POV

When we stopped trying to dig into one another’s heads and spent our time commenting on the quality of the food and wine, we got along quite well.

That was a trick I’d learned with my parents, actually: you didn’t have to have any fondness for a person so long as you could lean on your shared interest in food.

Eating good food produces endorphins, and if incidental conversation makes any polite response impossible, it is completely appropriate to just make noises.

I also had a little more wine than I intended, which put me in a pretty good mood.

“I’d like to go back to my house to sleep tonight,” I told Cephus as we reached his car. He’d been holding my arm since we got up to leave our seats at the restaurant and when I wobbled so severely I nearly made myself dizzy enough to throw up, I felt his fingers tighten on me.

I wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean. “Even if that means you’re going to come in and creepily watch me when I sleep.

I just want to