Damien stood, carefully holding me against his chest. He walked with me to the car and Aiden opened the door to the backseat for Damien to slide in. Aiden drove us straight home, opening doors so that way Damien didn’t have to let go of me. Not that he tried until we were sitting on our bed.
“Do you want to take a bath?” Damien asked after a few minutes.
I didn’t want him to let me go. I needed his comfort and his strength. But I could feel my clothes sticking to me from sweat, my face still burned from the salt of my never-ending tears.
“Yes,” was about all I could manage to say.
“Okay, let me go start the water.”
He gently lifted me off of his lap and sat me down on the bed next to him. He kissed my forehead before standing and heading into the bathroom. Without his touch, I fel
