“Ren…” My eyes fluttered shut for a second. “I’m starving.” I whispered, not wanting him to arouse me again.
“Let’s order some food. But first,” he said, “let me take care of you.” He scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, ignoring the ache in my throat and the sting in my lips. He really went rough on me.
Ren and I had a warm bath together. We didn’t talk about what was happening outside the room. The problems waiting for us, or what we were going to do next. We just enjoyed the moment. And for a long time, I forgot what sadness felt like.
My crying soaked my pillows.
About going through heat alone, touching myself again and again until the pain faded.
Those long, lonely nights when I wished someone would love me. S
