7
Jake started showing up in my bed more than he didn’t.
Sometimes it was after a long day, when Ryan had already passed out and the house was quiet. Sometimes it was when I was half-asleep and I’d feel the mattress dip and his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me back into him like he was always meant to be there.
We didn’t always have s*x. Sometimes we just laid there. Talking. Breathing. Just existing in each other’s space.
It should’ve scared me how easy it felt. How quickly it all became something I needed.
I rolled over in the dark and traced my fingers along his side. He flinched.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
He grabbed my hand. “No, it’s okay. Just… that one’s a little sensitive.”
I pushed the sheet down and looked. Even in the low light, I saw it. A jagged scar that stretched acr
