Eden
I awoke with a heavy feeling on my chest, literally. Conner's head was nestled in my breasts with his muscular arm draped over my waist. He looked so peaceful and I couldn't help but run my fingers through his soft, chestnut hair. I heard a sleepy moan leave him, so he must've been enjoying it.
Last night had been...intense. From walking in on him and thinking he was cheating, almost rejecting him, slapping him, having a panic attack and fainting, telling him about...being raped...like I said, intense. I felt lighter for having told him though. The scars were still there and always would be, but it was as though Conner was a soothing balm to them. They no longer felt angry and as painful.
Conner had been so supportive last night. Even when I had tried to push him away, he didn't
