I still feel the lie hanging uncomfortably between us even as he fits his body to mine, his chest pressing against my back, his bent knees curling behind mine, his forehead touching the back of my head. Tentatively, his arm comes around my waist, his skin hot.
He smells like SteelTown, like spices and hearth fire and home.
“I just want you,” he whispers, the words tentative.
I trace the tips of my fingers over his arms, words that I want to say back lodged in my throat.
I PRETEND TO SLEEP UNTIL Richard leaves for his shift, trying to ignore the pool of anxiety that has taken up residence in my gut. I’m going to see S?ren tonight, and though I’d like to pretend my biggest worry about that is being caught, that’s not the whole truth of it. The last time I saw him, I had betrayed him and
