Dinner was over. I’d only picked at it, and JJ noticed.
“No. I think I’ll just go to bed, if you don’t mind.”
I may not have eaten much but I drank plenty of wine. I took my refilled glass with me to the other room.
Bed was where I went when I was tired, when I needed quiet time, when I was sad, or when I was down, like I was tonight. I donned a ratty old pair of sweats I refused to throw out and got under the covers, propping up the pillows behind me so I could see the TV. I dialed up something on Netflix and settled in.
JJ showed up half an hour later, leaning against the door jamb, arms crossed. “Not writing tonight?”
“Nope.” I sank lower in the bed, not looking at him.
He didn’t say anything for a while, and then, “Whatcha watching?”
“Right.” He slipped out of his clothes and got in beside me. “Mind if I join you?”
“Was hoping you would.” I rolled into him, hugging him. He hugged me back.
We just held each other, not saying anything. It was exactly what I needed.