Natasha and I went to the bed together, although calling it "going to bed" made it sound much more intimate than what we were actually doing at that moment.
Both of us were lying on the bed, but we weren't exactly close to each other. There was still a decent amount of space between us, enough that neither of us had to worry about accidentally brushing against the other. We were simply lying there in the same position, stretched out straight with our backs pressed against the mattress and our eyes staring toward the ceiling.
It was honestly a little strange.
We had agreed earlier that we should have a rest together, but I hadn't expected her to actually follow through with it. I had half expected the whole thing to be one of those casual suggestions people made without seriously intending to do anything about it. Somehow, though, we had actually ended up in the bedroom, lying beside each other like this.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do with myself.
