Chapter 106: Roses
“If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses.
Sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song.”
—Kimberly Perry.
Accompanying Song: “If I Die Young” by The Band Perry.
I briefly recall a touch on my cheek. The hands are rougher than what I remember, yet somewhat the scent that accompanies it feels familiar. The bed shifts when he moves slightly, repositioning us as he pulls be into an embrace, a broad, wide chest gathering me onto him. Something about his presence makes me feel so safe and secure, and my heart aches recalling a familiar feeling that I used to own. This is similar, yet also different.
I’m also tempted so to wake up, eyes fluttering briefly to catch a sea of hard muscles.
‘Hush, it’s okay. I’ll protect yo
