“Can we go to bed?” I whisper. I’m still so exhausted,

I want to stop thinking, just for one moment and forget

any of this, forget everything but what he feels like. I’m

not ready to be free of his arms around me giving me

much-needed serenity. I sniff back the last of my tears and lift my chin to him.

“Together? Same bed?” He’s wary and being gentle. He doesn’t want to presume anything, so I nod and bring my eyes to his in the dim light.

“Don’t do anything more than hold me … I can’t … I just can’t do anything more than that, I don’t even know if we can even do this.”

Even though I know I need this.

I close my eyes and rest against him, trying to calm all the inner protests and voices telling me how pathetic and weak I am.

“We’ll take it every hour at a time, adjust to what you need. Just being with you is enough, neonata, it’s always enough.” He slides up and scoops me into his arms like a child, letting the throw slide from us to the floor almost gracefully.

me, as though I’m fragile and ready to break, to the bedroom and lies me down gently on the bed before moving back to give me space. Then he turns his back, so

just enough to let me breathe. When he hears me sliding into the sheets, he pulls off his clothes too, keeping only his boxers on and he slips in beside me. He waits hesitantly to see if I want his touch, until I tug his hand toward me and he relaxes taking me back into his arms, holding me tight then begins to stroke my hair

emotions building inside. I can’t bear to do more than this until I can push her out of my head if I ever can. What he did with her, the confusion about what I want and all the emotions swirling up inside

the fight just yet but she needs this for herself. She needs a break from the pain and he’s the only one who’s capable of giving it to her. A lull in the storm to get my head straight with

before. His deep steady breathing calms me completely, the thoughts, aches, and pains, drift into numbness. I’m shocked at just how quickly I start dosing off again, days of emotional

pathetic girl. Mommy’s

nothing

* * *

my mind taking moments to come to terms with where I am. Fully rested for the first time in days and for a

my waist, his legs across mine but he’s sound asleep. I take a minute to evaluate how I feel about waking up this way. I slowly pull myself free from his

the place? Check. Still not further forward in how I feel about him.

under the massaging jets of water and think of nothing. I don’t regret being here or sharing a bed with him, my heart needs it

mean a part of me has made up my mind to give him a

thought. I guess a part of me knew from drunk dialing him that I wasn’t ready to end things. I wasn’t ready to live a Jake-less life, but it doesn’t mean I can’t walk away. I need to see how this goes; see if I can move on and really get back to

I can’t then I’ll

draped in a warm fluffy robe, the bed is empty, and the covers strewn messily, but the smell of coffee and food is wafting through the walls. I pull my robe tighter and rub my hair with

how things develop. For once I’m glad of the lack of constant emotional torture, and this new relative peace sweeping through me. I guess a

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