DANIEL
Genevieve falls asleep.
After so much struggle and standing for hours in front of Kingsley's room, she lost the physical battle and sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting area. He told her she could go home, but she shook her head vehemently, pulled her knees to her chest, and closed her eyes. That's why she's about to fall forward.
I place a finger on her forehead and push her back so she doesn't hit the floor. It's a light touch, just one damn finger, and it still feels like my skin has caught fire and the flames are now spreading to the rest of my body. In retrospect, I shouldn't have let her hug me. Or I should have pushed her away sooner. Because now, even a mere touch brings back memories of her body pressed against my chest. Her slender body, and I can't stop
