Which was rare—he’d always been able to just shut his eyes, drift off, and wake up eight hours later, pretty much to the minute.But he’d lain awake for hours staring at Amanda’s ceiling. They were crammed side by side in her twin bed. She was on the outside, facing away from him. Usually she intertwined her feet with his and pressed her back up against him. He’d wrap an arm around her and fall asleep with stray lavender-scented hairs tickling his nose. But tonight, despite the narrow mattress, there were a few inches of space separating them. If she had thicker rugs, he would have offered to sleep on the floor.He couldn’t stop picturing the expression on Amanda’s face when she looked up at the prom king, aka Drew. She used to look at him like that, not so long ago.They’d first met at a mixer. Because all of the local private schools were so small, they pooled resources for the big dances. Thank God, because Peter’s graduating class was only seventy kids, and they were one of the larger preps.
