"Is everything okay?" Martin asks as soon as he sees me enter.
"I am," I reply.
"I know you well, and I can tell your eyes aren't red from soap," he says.
"Was it Henry?" he asks, sitting on the bed.
"It was and it wasn't," I answer. Martin furrows his brow.
"It was because he's an i***t, and it wasn't because I'm an idiot."
"Ah, I see!" Martin says, laughing. "Lie down here." He pats the bed for me to lie next to him, and without contesting, I lie down. We spoon, and to my surprise, Bella starts bouncing.
"I think now she likes me," Martin says, smiling.
"She's always liked you." We remain silent until we both fall asleep.
I wake up with Martin's hands around my waist. I realize it's raining, and it's still early morning. I get up carefully so I don't wake him and go down to the
