Today, I let him have the dignity of pretending he knew what he was doing.
For about five seconds.
“You are aware I have another arm, right?”
His mouth twitched.
“There she is.”
“Don’t get emotional. It’s weird.”
“Noted.”
When the water went lukewarm, he helped me out and wrapped me in a towel. Then he gave me one of his shirts.
Big.
Soft.
Smelling like him.
I put it on without making a joke about how possessive that was. Character growth, probably.
We ended up in the still soaked bed with his back against the headboard and me between his legs again, because apparently that was where my body wanted to live now. I tucked my head under his chin. His fingers moved through my damp hair.
For a long time, neither of us spoke.
I thought of Perse.
I should have gone to her.
I would
