“Another time,” she replied gently.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t step back.
Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his tone softening but persistent.
“Come on, Lana… we barely get time like this.”
She hesitated again, as she was really feeling drained.
“I’m really just tired,” she tried once more.
But Thomas didn’t let it go.
Not aggressively.
Not harshly.
Just… insistently.
In that calm, steady way of his.
“Just a little while,” he said. “We don’t have to do anything. Just… be together. Let me hold you in my arms if you are not feeling well.”
Her resolve wavered.
And she hated that it did.
Because it wasn’t pressure in the obvious sense.
It was subtle.
Persistent.
And harder to refuse without feeling like she was the one making something bigger out of nothing.
She exhaled quie
