Chapter 18
“Better?” Leila asks. I’ve had to leave her arms only for the few moments it took to throw back the covers and crawl into bed properly. I’m tucked into the nook of her shoulder and I feel safe in her arms. My hand rests on her belly. My energy is starting to come back.
“Much. Thank you,” I mumble. “That was quite… intense.” At least I didn’t cry. It wouldn’t have been the end of the world if I had, but I might have had more explaining to do.
“It’s not the first time I’ve been described that way.” My head bounces on her chest as she chuckles.
Her saying that makes me think of the date she was supposed to go on. Of all the women she’s been with, though faceless and nameless, and all the ones she will be with. After me. After this. After I’m no longer here. It also makes me fee
