Hockey Boyfriend For Pay
he didn't.
Now it's afternoon, and we're on the couch, legs tangled together in a lazy, comfortable way, with a blanket half-draped over us like we made a weak attempt at being decent and then immediately gave up. Sunlight slides through the blinds in soft lines across the room, warming everything just enough, and Mishi is fully knocked out on top of Bram like she's claimed him as her personal pillow.
The TV is playing The Lord of the Rings, of course.
He made me finish the first one, no mercy whatsoever, and now we're watching the second one like this is some kind of marathon event I accidentally signed up for.