Mia.
I lower myself further into the water just as he slips inside.
Gone is his shirt; all he has on are sweats hanging low on his hips.
It should be illegal to look this good. He’s like a Greek god.
The tub has two steps on the side, so he uses the bottom one as a seat, his back to me.
“I heard you crying,” he admits. “I just needed to make sure you were okay.”
His words bring more tears. Whoever he marries in the future is going to be one lucky woman.
“I’m okay. I’ve just kept it all in, you know? So it got to me once I was alone.”
He nods. “I understand, but speaking from experience, it only makes things worse. It’s best to let it flow. Don’t try to be strong for other people—be strong for yourself, on your time, not anyone else’s. Don’t be embarrassed to let your emotions show.
