The room was quiet except for the slow, steady sound of Mark’s breathing. He was awake, but he hadn’t said anything since I shut him down.
I hated that.
I hated the silence, the way he was just there, waiting for me to say something, waiting for me to explain myself.
I didn’t want to explain anything.
I didn’t want to talk about why I had thrown myself at him like that.
So I did what I did best…..I reached for him again.
Mark tensed the second my fingers brushed his skin. He sighed and shook his head, he knew I was proving a point, that I could go on without his…… love
“Sage,” he muttered, voice low, tired.
I ignored him, shifting closer, my lips pressing against his neck. His heartbeat was steady, strong, but there was something guarded in the way he held himself now.
That wasn’t
