I wake up to David, sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. My hearts leaps to my throat for this amazing man, who is going into battle with a ruthless bunch of people. I crawl up behind him and hold onto him, my head resting on his hard back.
“Good morning.” I whisper.
“Good morning.” He says, not turning around.
“Do you need me to leave?” I ask, not wanting to encroach on time he may need to be by himself.
“No. I need you now Holly, more than ever.”
He turns around, his hands grasping at me, searching for something that isn’t just physical, but a connection. In between kisses that reach the very depth of me and searching hands, he finds his place with me, within me and with eyes that are almost pleading, looking down at me, he says; “Holly, stay with me. Forev
