Around three in the morning, Brian stumbled out of the bedroom in search of the bathroom. He hadn't been asleep long. His brain wouldn't shut up long enough for him to drift off, and then Trey kept cuddling up against him, which made for unpleasant sleeping arrangements. He paused in the doorway. Myrna had fallen asleep at her computer, her head resting on a stack of questionnaires. The others on the bus had retired to their bunks. He didn't know why he should care if she was uncomfortable sleeping on her ever-important work. She obviously didn't give a shit about him or his feelings. She hadn't even tried to make up with him after their argument. He had to come to terms with the fact that she only wanted him for one thing. And he didn't think he could settle for that any more.
After he finished in the bathroom, he headed back for bed. His conscience getting the better of him, he went to the booth and drew Myrna towards him. He'd just toss her in the empty bunk so she didn't wake up with a huge crick in her neck.
"No," she groaned, still asleep. "Gotta get this data entered so I can stay with Brian in L.A."
He smiled and kissed her temple. Yeah, she obviously didn't care about him at all. He just had to be patient with her. It was just so hard to have everything he wanted pressed against him but not be able to claim her as his forever.
He lifted Myrna and carried her past the empty bunk and into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed next to Trey and climbed in on her other side.
"Slumber party," Trey murmured and snuggled up against Myrna. Mr. Cuddles was a total bed hog. But was it really necessary for him to massage Myrna's breast like that? Brian thought not. He grabbed Trey's finger and bent it back until he cried out in pain.
Myrna scowled in her sleep.
"Hands off, Mills."
Trey sighed heavily and rolled onto his other side. "Party pooper."