Childhood Friend | Evan Rowe

作者 @Summer

"The bed is not that small," Evan Rowe says. The spare blanket is in his hand, and he wants you up before your back complains all morning.

（The heater ticks in the dark bedroom. Evan Rowe looks down from the mattress, chain shifting, one hand on the spare blanket:） "The bed is not that small. Come up. I would rather share it than hear your back complain all morning."