I let him hold me on the sofa, resting my head against his shoulder while I stared at the dark screen of his phone.

I shifted my weight on the sofa cushions and pulled my shoulder away from his arm.

“I should get the kitchen cleaned up before we go to sleep,” I said.

Daniel stretched his legs out toward the coffee table and picked up the television remote.

He asked if I could stop at the grocery store tomorrow to buy extra hamburger buns for the family cookout on Saturday.

I told him I would add them to my shopping list.