CHAPTER 48
Six years hadn’t really passed. Maybe it was all a dream, our separation had never happened. I had simply slept, close to him, in our bed. I found the warmth of his kiss on my forehead again, his arms wrapped around me. No, six years couldn’t have passed. We could still have everything, as happened every morning after our awakenings. Breakfast, music, our great projects. And that bantering that every time pushed me more and more hopelessly into his arms.
‘Peter...’ I tried to move, stroking his chest gently. With my finger, I retraced the tattoo on his shoulder, always my favourite. I kissed his face, then his neck. I knew he was awake but that he was pretending he was sleeping. It was at that moment that I noticed a new tattoo at the base of the neck. He didn’t have it before
