Gianna.
Ivan lifted his head and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“We should go to bed.”
“Yeah,” I said, my breath still shaky.
He got out of the pool first, water sliding off his skin as he reached back to help me out. His grip was steady, careful, like he was still holding me together even after letting go. The night air kissed my damp skin immediately, and a shiver ran through me.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and went straight to my room. I was already cold, inside and out, so I changed into fresh clothes without thinking too much about it.
Soft fabric. Long sleeves. Safety. Then I crawled onto my bed, pulling the blanket over myself completely, hugging a pillow to my chest like it might anchor me.
The room was quiet. Too quiet.
And that’s when my thoughts finally caught up.
