Do you want me? Her question played in his mind for the whole night. He couldn't sleep or feel tired even after the lack of rest he got in the past weeks. Stunned, he was, and also felt contented lying without clothes with her in his arms under that mattresses.
He looked at her face unblinkingly, breathed her scent slowly. He touched her, felt her, gave her what she wanted. Her soft breathy voice lingered, felt like a mind melody to him. He gave her everything, even though he knew she didn't forgive him still. But that's fine, to him.
She needed time, and he, too, needed it to sort things out in his life. Yes, she was his life, but he didn't say it to her. She had gone through enough, and he didn't want to include her in the mess that had taken away every happiness in his life. But he wo
