10. You make things complicated for me.
Tossing and turning in my bed, I can’t fall asleep. In fact, I’ve slept very little these past few days. It’s strange how the body gets used to certain things. And my body has already gotten used to Reid: to his hand gripping my hip, to his body molded with mine, to his breath sending shivers across my skin. I got used to him, and more than just a habit, it feels like a need. I groan in frustration, kicking the sheets off me in a desperate attempt to find some comfort.
In a decision that was more implied than spoken between us, I kept the bed, and he kept the couch. But I can’t stop thinking about how uncomfortable Reid must be there. In fact, I think about it every single day since we stopped sleeping together.
My body begs me to go check on him,
