Phoebe's POV
Harold strutted toward the couch with the confidence of someone who owned the world, dropped down beside me, and melted into the cushions. He stretched out completely, head tilted back, looking utterly at ease.
"Okay, let's do this," he murmured, shutting his eyes without me even asking.
We sat close enough that I caught the clean, warm scent drifting from his freshly washed skin.
I wonder what soap he uses. Smells incredible. I should definitely ask him tomorrow and grab some for myself.
Since I had no clue what actually knocked him out last time, I figured I'd repeat exactly what I did at the hotel. I pulled out my phone, thinking a few game rounds might help trigger his sleepiness.
Obviously, I needed quiet for the whole sleep-inducing thing, so I plugged in my earbuds, checked that his relaxed mouth wasn't showing any irritation, then opened my game.
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