9
Lily
I could get used to this. Soft bed. Even softer sheets. Darius wrapped around me, his arm tucked snuggly around my waist, his chest at my back. I’d never felt so safe, so languid. I didn’t want to move. Ever.
“How is your leg feeling?” Darius kissed the back of my head but didn’t move otherwise.
My leg. I’d completely forgotten.
Timid at first, then with growing confidence when I didn’t want to cry with pain, I moved my leg. The muscles felt sore, like I’d done a few too many squats the day before, but otherwise I felt great. The deep agony I’d suffered buried under that rock was gone. A memory.
Not one I wished to dwell on, let alone repeat, now that my leg was healed. “The doctor was right. The pain is gone. I guess the bone must be healed.”
Darius moved his hand from my wa
