CYLAN POV -
I rubbed my face and leaned forward. I could still smell her on my skin.
I stood and walked toward the bathroom. The shower was running, but I didn't hear movement. I cracked the door and stepped in.
She sat under the stream, arms wrapped around her knees. Her head tipped forward, wet hair plastered to her back.
Tears mixed with the water on her cheeks.
I dropped to my knees outside the tub and reached for her. She looked up but didn't move. I pulled her into my arms anyway.
I kissed her forehead, her temple, her shoulder. Anywhere I could reach. "It's okay."
She didn't answer. She didn't have to.
I lifted her out of the tub and wrapped her in the towel hanging off the rack. I carried her back to the bed and tucked her under the blanket.
I crawled in beside her and pul
